Chantelle and I chat a lot on Twitter, and she has a job I’ve always dreamed of…she’s a florist! She’s spends her days surrounded by flowers! Sigh. She cusses, she drinks beer…I swear that she’s the kind of friend I’d want for a neighbor!
So grab a cup of coffee and a donut, ahem, I mean a low-fat muffin, or depending on the time of the day maybe some wine and chocolate, and sit back and enjoy Chantelle’s Monster Mommy Moment!
I’m incredibly ashamed to be here sharing my Monster Mommy Moment, but also weirdly proud that I’ve got a moment so monsterly that Natalie agreed to let me invade her blog.
My husband, Mike, and I don’t get out much. When we do go out it’s usually a family affair to visit our friends. Luckily, most of our friends have children so the kids all entertain each other. Let me say that again: the kids entertain each other. Once we walk in the door the kids run to greet each other and go off to play. Mom is free!
That night the girls were playing upstairs in one of the bedrooms. After a while, our friend’s daughter, five year old Madison, got bored of playing with Emma and came downstairs to color instead. My three year old daughter, Emma, is at that great age in childhood where you can put her in a room to play with toys and know that she’s not going to choke to death on a Barbie shoe.
From upstairs I heard,
“What do you want?”
“I want you to come here.”
“No! You come downstairs. I’m visiting with my friends.”
She probably just wants me to play with her, I thought. No Way. I spend all day every day doing that. This is my time. If she wants to play she can come downstairs.
A few beers and a few laughs later Emma sauntered down the stairs in bare feet and some of Madison’s pretend high heels. She joined the Madison at the coloring table. The two talked, laughed and played nicely together while the parents had a lot of uninterrupted kid-free time.
At half past bed-time, we started to round up the kids to go home.
“Emma, where are your socks?”
“In Madison’s room.”
Madison offered to get the socks. She came down the stairs moments later holding them gingerly between her thumb and finger.
“They’re wet,” she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“What? They’re wet? Let me see them. Oh! They are wet.”
Like any good mom, I had to do the sniff test.
“They smell like pee. Emma, did you pee?”
“I peed in Madison’s room.”
My friend’s face changed from happy to horror in about two milliseconds.
My face changed from curious to embarrassed in even less time.
I felt the back of Emma’s pants. They were dry.
We all trudged upstairs. There was nothing on the floor. No puddle, no smell, no sign of any pee.
“Where did you go pee, Emma?”
“Right here on the floor.”
“Why aren’t your pants wet? The floor is dry. Are you sure you peed here?”
“I pulled my pants down. I cleaned it up with my socks.”
“Emma! Why did you do that? You know to use the bathroom.”
Emma looked at me and whispered, “I don’t know where the bathroom is. I yelled for you but you didn’t come to show me.”
I’ve never felt so selfish in my life. I couldn’t get off the couch to find out what my daughter wanted. I hadn’t taken the time to show her where the bathroom was. She had to clean up her pee with socks and I got what I deserved: public humiliation with a side of intense mommy guilt.
Chantelle, we’ve all done something similar…paying more attention to others than to our children, only to find out that our children really needed us and weren’t “bugging” us.
And now you all see why I I’m a fan of Chantelle’s. She’s honest, and not afraid to share thoughts and feelings that many of us experience, but are too embarrassed/ashamed to admit. She’s not afraid to put herself out there in a less-than-perfect light – and that’s why I am so glad that she has shared one of her Monster Mommy Moments with us.
Thank you Chantelle, for reminding us that we are all sharing the same experiences and that we’re all in this together and that we can learn from each other’s mistakes experiences.
Now go swing by Mom Went Crazy and say hello to Chantelle, and if you’re new there make sure to tell her that I sent you. I know you’ll really enjoy her blog!