Friday, January 9, 2009

Mother of the Year, Part IV

We all know that Sam rocks the casbah. He's such a good kid. Even after being home two days this week, he was all studied up enough to get ten out of ten on his spelling test.

I couldn't even remember to write him a note to excuse his absence.

I had to scrawl it on scrap paper as I was approaching the school for drop off. (This isn't even the mother of the year stuff yet. I'm just setting the stage for how Sam is such a good kid, you'd have to be a terrible monster to let him down.)

I spent the morning with Quinn at preschool and was feeling pretty darn proud of myself at 3:15 for having managed to get him to nap after school even though he hadn't fallen asleep in the car. (He generally doesn't nap unless he falls asleep in the car. Then I can carry him anywhere.)

My enthusiasm for my parenting awesomeness in getting Quinn to sleep was not tempered by the fact that I also napped. I still thought I was awesome.

And then I went to pick my children up from the bus and saw kids getting off the bus waving certificates and I remembered that Sam's Wall of Fame ceremony was today and I not only completely forgot about it, but I slept through it.

After I gave everyone a snack, I sat down in front of Sam and told him I was sorry for not being there. He asked me why I wasn't there and I had to tell him that I forgot and I was really sorry.

And then he said this:

"When I was eating, I thought, 'Hmmm, Mom's not here,' and then when I was throwing my trash away, I looked around and thought, 'Hmmm, I was right.'"

And then he shrugged and moved on. And I died a little inside.

Please, feel free to celebrate my awesomeness any way you would like.


Part I, Part II, and Part III. Part III is a doozy.


  1. I'm sorry Stimey!! I HATE it when I forget things like that...especially when I've just mentally congratulated myself on something else. Someone once told me that "It was good for kids to see there parents make mistakes and then apologize. It showed that nobody is perfect and that the kids can make mistakes too."

    My kids are getting a great number of lessons in me making mistakes. Ickk!!!


  2. Oooooh, nooooo. I am so sorry!!! I'm glad he wasn't upset, but you're still going to beat yourself up over this one for a looong time. Plus, I would imagine that it feels a bit bad that he didn't mind much, too. Poor girl! You're a GREAT mom, and you've had a hell of a week, so take it easy on yourself. He is obviously secure in your love.

  3. I know it's disappointing. For what it's worth, I think parenting nowadays is ridiculous. I mean, I feel like I need a personal assistant. It wasn't like this when we were growing up. There's so much scheduling, and emails and appointments. Not a week goes by that I'm not in the doghouse for forgetting something.

  4. Oh - that sounds like something I would do. I feel for you. Stoic Sam...

  5. Another Fucking Wall of Fame? Lord have mercy, is it a weekly thing?

    (((((J)))) I guarantee that you're way more upset than he is.

    xoxo, SG

    PS: I have *never once* written an excuse note. Never even occurred to me. I call the school the first day they're sick and that's it.

  6. argh. I would've felt guilty too, but only if the nap was good. But I would've so BSed my way out of it: "I couldn't go because....I was planning a super trip to get your favorite ice cream! Tah dah!" At least *you* are honest.

    Yeah, the school calls me and says "um your kid isn't in school today, it's unexcused if he's not sick." And I say "What?!?!? He was on the bus this morning?" And that usually buys me some time to get the note to them. Ok, probably not funny (I remember your bus incident). Seriously, I never remember to call (they always call me) and I've never written a sick note (though I *have* written 5 page IEP followup letters!).

  7. Ummm - how about you get mother of the year because you forgot something and your kid was able to handle it. And he was able to handle it because he's well grounded because of his parents?

  8. Sucks when you blow it. I'm sure he's completely over it. You'll continue to stew for a while yet.

    And I totally would have 'made it up to him' with a trip to McDonalds or something else to ease my conscience.

  9. Hey, did you hear the one about the little girl whose mom drove right past her as she was sitting on the steps of the library after closing time one *very* cold winter night when she was about 8 yrs old? We laugh about it now.

    You're human and you have THREE guys to juggle. Assume a ball will get dropped every onece in a while and they will survive. :-) I did! ;-) (Of course, maybe that's why I'm such a warped individual now?? ;-p )

  10. He handled it well so that is something to be proud of. That doesn't develop in a vacuum. thanks for the hug yesterday. I needed it.

  11. Oh my. And he was SO understanding. Might have made you feel a little better if he had, you know, railed at you a bit. Sigh-h.

  12. awww, don't be too hard on yourself. you'll make the next one, that's all you can do.

  13. Seriously, the fact that he handled it that well is a testament* to that fact that you're a good mom and that your boys feel secure and loved. I'm sure that Sam knows that you'll make the other 6,018 Wall of Fame ceremonies scheduled for this year.

    I just read Part III. I hope you don't mind that I laughed out loud when I read tha part about the scissors.

    *Is this spelled right? Eh. I'm too lazy to check.


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