No idea what a Monster Mommy Moment is? You can read all about how my new weekly feature came to be here.
MommKiss is someone that I hope to meet IRL someday. We are two peas in a pod, they you might not guess it since our writing styles are so different. But our sense of humor, hobbies, outlooks…all the same. She blogs anonymously (meaning family and friends don’t know that she blogs), is extremely honest, sassy, hilarious, doesn’t hold back, and even though she presents a hard outer shell, she is a big softie on the inside. I am a better person for knowing her.
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 Shell’s Monster Mommy Moment!
My Monster Fail
I’m so excited to be sharing my Monster Fail. Know why? When we share our low points, it lets others know that they’re not alone. It’s ok to screw up once in a while. It’s ok to not be perfect (snort, who is??). Being a parent is the hardest job on the planet, and we all need to cut ourselves some slack once in a while. Me included. So you know. Not to mention, Natalie knew I’d jump right on this feature. I’m pretty honest and open about the crap I’ve failed at – mostly at being a Mom.
I’ve forgotten to pick up milk, so I have used coffee creamer for their cereal. I’ve forgotten to pack a lunch, so I quick ran to the Dunkin drive-thru for a bagel and banana and brought that for my 3 year old’s lunch. I’ve been so depressed I want to sleep for days. I’ve been so busy, I don’t see my kids for a week’s worth of bedtimes. I’ve been there and done that. Almost all of it. Today, I thought I’d share a Monster Moment that I don’t think I’ve written about before, and I’m keeping it light. Well, I can look back and laugh now…
When I had my first kid in June of 2005, I felt very alone. I had my husband and friends. My in-laws came to visit, but I had no other family around to help. Mostly I missed my momma. I wanted her to hold me when I needed to be coddled and told that everything would be OK. I wished and prayed for her to be with me, but miles and dollars prevented the visit. My brother’s wife had a baby exactly one week after my son was born, so they planned a little family reunion of sorts for their son’s baptism. We were asked to come as a sponsor to my nephew. This was in July. Our son would be 8 weeks old. Flying cross country. Oh crap. Ok. We can do this. I need to see family, I need to see my momma. How hard would it be to fly with an infant? I mean, they’re so portable at that age.
The flight started off OK, but our layover kept getting more and more delayed. Turns out we wouldn’t be starting the second leg of the trip until about 10pm and arriving at 2am our time. We. Were. Tired. When it was time to get buckled, I got a scolding from the attendant, telling me I couldn’t keep the baby in the bjorn during take-off. To this day, I don’t see the logic there, but we were all exhausted and the kid was sleeping anyway. This was the sitting scene – it’s important: My husband had the window, me in the middle [+ infant] and a middle aged woman was on the aisle.
Apparently I forgot to hook the kid back in the bjorn before falling asleep, because all of a sudden, we hit some turbulence, my infant son rolled out of my arms (or simply off of my lap?), rolled UNDER the seats in front of me and was on the floor. Halfway into the aisle. I was startled awake by the thud and immediately went to pick him up, but remember, I was in the middle. So I whacked my head on the seat in front of me. Couldn’t move. I elbowed my husband awake, and then we bonked heads trying to get the baby from under the seats in front of us.
Wasn’t gonna happen. So that lovely middle aged woman on the aisle? She reached down, picked up my 8 week old baby from the floor, handed him to me and said “happens all the time, dear.”
Just like in Pretty Woman. When she’s flinging snails across the fancy restaurant.
We were in Montana for 3 days before I told anyone what happened, at which point it spread like wildfire. I was a new mom and my newborn was rolling around the floor of an airplane because I fell asleep. My family found it hilarious.
In the end, my child wasn’t hurt. Doesn’t make it OK, but “it happens.” Apparently. And my kid today? Only partially crosseyed – but I’m sure they’re not at all related.
Now go swing by MommaKiss and say hello to her, and if you’re new there make sure to tell her that I sent you. I know you’ll really enjoy her blog!
And so it goes…
Psst! I’ve got a guest post Monday over at Business 2 Blogger – it’s about blog scraping, and if you don’t know what it is, you MUST READ the post!