I give myself the 'Worst Mother of 2008' award. Award? Maybe, not, but I get it anyway...
On December 31...the last day in 2008, mind you, I decided to pay bills. I filled out all of my checks, put them in envelopes, stamped them, and then ran out to my mailbox to put them in. Colin wanted to come outside with me...but soon realized that it was pretty cold. So, as I ran to the mailbox (which is only at the end of my driveway), Colin went back into the house, closed the door...and, get this...LOCKED IT! Yes, you read correctly, Colin locked my front door. Don't ask me how, but once he locked it, he couldn't unlock it to let me back in.
So, here I am in 40 degree weather, no jacket on, only in a pair of socks, a t-shirt, and pajama pants, while my 2 year old has free reign of the house while my 11 week old was sleeping happily in his bouncy seat. I didn't have my phone with me either. My hair was a wreck, and I don't even think I had brushed my teeth yet.
I ran to my neighbors (and friend) house. She gave me a jacket to wear and let me borrow her cell phone so I could call Miguel. I ran back to my house, tried to talk Colin into unlocking the door, but he just didn't understand. He started crying, and I started to freak out. Miguel was on his way...but it would still take him like 20 minutes to get home. I ran to the back of the house to look through my back window, where I was able to see both kids. Colin calmed down. I ran through a puddle in my backyard, so not only was I only in socks, but now they were dirty, wet, socks. I was so cold!
Miguel finally made it home...I think he raced here, and let us in. I've now decided that I'm going to carry my keys and my phone with me at all times...even to the mailbox.
Do you think I won the 'award'? I do.
Oh my gosh Kristen, not the worst mother of 2008 award, but certainly the funniest looking neighbor frantically asking her son to let her back in the house award....LOL!
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry.
My worst was when the girls were turning 8 and having a sleepover, we were outside greeting friends and someone closed the front door, and it was locked. I had to borrow my friend's cell phone to call Kevin to come and let us back in the house. I did not look likea woman who was about to handle 6 other 8 year olds for the night!!!
Awe. I know how you feel, but I don't think you deserve that award. I took that title on Dec 31st in 2006. Must be something about that night.
ReplyDeleteI posted to the blog about it back then, but didn't tell what happened because I felt SOOOO bad and was horrified at what I did. I've since spilled it, as Robert is 2 years old and a happy, well-fed, smart kid.
At the end of 2006, Robert was all of 3 weeks old. I put him to bed and went to bed myself. I woke up at 6am the next morning for church and realized that I had forgotten to turn on the baby monitor. The poor poor baby had been in his room all night and crying for who knows how long. He was sleeping peacefully when I got to him, but I woke him up and gave him a huge hug and nursed him. Poor poor thing! It still makes my heart ache that I left him there hungry all night and slept too hard to hear him cry. I moved the monitor to the bedside table and cranked it up high after that.
Aww, Lisa...I, too, have done that! I felt horrible after!
ReplyDeleteLisa and Kristen, I too have done that. I guess we are the worst mothers around. Just kidding, I think we are all pretty good at being mommies!
ReplyDeleteDon't beat yourself up Kristen, we all do something and some of us do more than one thing.
You're a wonderful mother and everyone makes mistakes...remember when I pinched little Colin's finger in the door accidentally? :( Still hurts to think about it.
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