We have 3 kids. 11, 7 and nearly 3. We have a dog, a business, sports and friends. Life is hectic. I do enjoy the pace most days. But some days I would kill to be somewhere dark and quiet with no threat of some random guy calling to sell me windows or a kid crying for a band-aid for her forehead, just because. Busy-ness takes it's toll on you. Let's be honest - I forget LOTS. Heck, I just got an email from my awesome and upfront friend, Laurel, who reminded me I owe her kid $5.00 for a fundraiser. Totally forgot. I forget where my keys are, what I did with that damn debit card (again...gotta stop putting it in pockets), what phone calls or emails need to be returned. Some days I am just plain dumb. Sometimes I have no control over the dumbness. Take for instance, when Luci had just turned one and we had my extremely awesome nieces visiting us. We had to get out the door for skating - we were in a panic. We had a lot of people to jam in my Swagger Wagon (youtube it....seriously) and bags to pack up with snacks, skates, sweaters - you catch my drift. Getting out the door is a lot of work. I got Kiera, Milann, Kamrin and Mikka in the van. I ran and locked the door. I jumped in my seat - we were all having a good time. I put the car in reverse and Milann looks at me and BAM - I realize - WE FORGOT LUCI IN THE HOUSE! 
Now, relax all you childrens' aid reporters - it was only for 2 minutes. Of course, it was long enough for the baby to be half way up the stairs, oblivious to the dangers that entailed. We all ran in and grabbed her and cuddled her. She looked at us like we were all nuts. We all were, to a degree, I guess. We were all feeling SO BAD we forgot that precious wee cherub. From that awful episode, Luci received the nick name, The Forgotten Child. Heck, she's the 3rd kid - what does she expect. Since then we have never forgotten her...it's all good. I forget to give in our school payment. I forget to pay the skating coach. I forget to shave before I go swimming. I forget to put spoons in the kids lunches when I send along pudding. Last night I had a meeting to go to. It was something new I was checking out and I really wanted Darren to come with me. He has been so busy and tired - so when he said "sure", I was thrilled. We grabbed Alexa to babysit as Kamrin was being picked up by Leslie to go to figure skating. I had it all under control. I managed to get everyone organized and sorted. I was feeling pretty cocky perhaps as I was also rocking a nice outfit and my hair worked - so was jazzed to go. I hadn't been out with Darren on our own since October - so this was nice. We drive to the meeting - am a little nervous - don't know any one but feeling confident as I have back up. We arrive, meet some lovely ladies, sit down to tea and start to talk about their business. Then Darren's phone rings. He runs down the hall to take it. I assume, as always, that it's his mistress...work. I make some stupid joke how you'd think he was a Dr. with all his phone calls urging him to leave whatever he was doing to go fix / help something for work. He comes back with a smirk on his face. The stupid skating bag is in our trunk. We are 25 minutes from the rink. I am a loser mom. How could I forget her skates? I thought I had it all together. I then mumbled some other lame-ass joke about having too many kids... blah blah blah. They laughed. I am sure they were being polite. So Darren has to leave me with these new women. I was a little stressed and a lot sad as I wanted him there with me. But he had to go save my butt for being such a forgetful mom. Yes, yes, there are many who say it's the kids responsibility. And I do agree. But she did remember. She went to the door to take them. They just weren't there to take. Fortunately Darren made it in time to the rink and got her skates on her making her only a couple of minutes late. I need to work on this behaviour. I am not sure how. Maybe medication? Meditation? It was one of those "days" after all. It started out rough...but was getting better...I thought. All I know, is I am at least happy Darren had his head on and didn't forget to pick me up.
Now, relax all you childrens' aid reporters - it was only for 2 minutes. Of course, it was long enough for the baby to be half way up the stairs, oblivious to the dangers that entailed. We all ran in and grabbed her and cuddled her. She looked at us like we were all nuts. We all were, to a degree, I guess. We were all feeling SO BAD we forgot that precious wee cherub. From that awful episode, Luci received the nick name, The Forgotten Child. Heck, she's the 3rd kid - what does she expect. Since then we have never forgotten her...it's all good. I forget to give in our school payment. I forget to pay the skating coach. I forget to shave before I go swimming. I forget to put spoons in the kids lunches when I send along pudding. Last night I had a meeting to go to. It was something new I was checking out and I really wanted Darren to come with me. He has been so busy and tired - so when he said "sure", I was thrilled. We grabbed Alexa to babysit as Kamrin was being picked up by Leslie to go to figure skating. I had it all under control. I managed to get everyone organized and sorted. I was feeling pretty cocky perhaps as I was also rocking a nice outfit and my hair worked - so was jazzed to go. I hadn't been out with Darren on our own since October - so this was nice. We drive to the meeting - am a little nervous - don't know any one but feeling confident as I have back up. We arrive, meet some lovely ladies, sit down to tea and start to talk about their business. Then Darren's phone rings. He runs down the hall to take it. I assume, as always, that it's his mistress...work. I make some stupid joke how you'd think he was a Dr. with all his phone calls urging him to leave whatever he was doing to go fix / help something for work. He comes back with a smirk on his face. The stupid skating bag is in our trunk. We are 25 minutes from the rink. I am a loser mom. How could I forget her skates? I thought I had it all together. I then mumbled some other lame-ass joke about having too many kids... blah blah blah. They laughed. I am sure they were being polite. So Darren has to leave me with these new women. I was a little stressed and a lot sad as I wanted him there with me. But he had to go save my butt for being such a forgetful mom. Yes, yes, there are many who say it's the kids responsibility. And I do agree. But she did remember. She went to the door to take them. They just weren't there to take. Fortunately Darren made it in time to the rink and got her skates on her making her only a couple of minutes late. I need to work on this behaviour. I am not sure how. Maybe medication? Meditation? It was one of those "days" after all. It started out rough...but was getting better...I thought. All I know, is I am at least happy Darren had his head on and didn't forget to pick me up.
Love your blogs. You are so real!
ReplyDeleteYou are so funny, Auntie! So the "Forgotten Child" was never forgotten after that incident? I think you may be forgetting the time she was left in the van in our garage as we all unloaded and went into the house. Again, probably for only about two minutes. She's earned her name for a reason. I LOVE poor Luci!
ReplyDeleteLove ya lots,
Milann
Milann, I think I see a trend...you're involved in these forgetting incidents...you are so distracting! :) I adore you, sunshine!
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