No idea what a Monster Mommy Moment is? You can read all about how my new weekly feature came to be here.
Shell is smart, funny, writes beautifully, tweets like crazy, and is also my fairy blogmother. She’s also the mom of three boys (I can barely handle one boy!), and writes her blog semi-anonymously…a lot of her friends and family don’t even know that it exists.
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!
Rush, rush, rush.
Out of bed early to make breakfast, get backpacks packed, one lunch made, two snacks packed, three little boys dressed. Try to squeeze in a little bit of work before the clock says it’s time to go.
Into the van, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.
No, you can’t watch a video on the way to school, it’s only a few minutes.
Don’t hit your brother.
Don’t kick your brother.
Drop off Kindergartener, then drop off Preschooler.
Back home with Toddler.
Clean up, laundry, work, work, work.
Let Toddler watch too much tv so I can work and get things done around the house.
Already time to pick up Preschooler.
Make lunch, scrub the floor, scrub toilets, fold laundry.
No patience left.
Break up fights over toys, fights over a spot on the floor, fights over nothing at all.
Yell too much.
Go play. Mommy is busy!
Start getting dinner ready, do more work.
Two boys in the van to pick up Kindergartener.
Back home, get afternoon snack for all three.
Out to check the mail since boys try to race each other to get it and I don’t want them racing into the street.
Snacks will keep them occupied.
Back inside and whew! There’s peace.
Sit down to do more work. Get started.
Wait. It’s too quiet.
Kindergartener on the sofa, watching a cartoon.
Preschooler on the floor building something with legos.
Where’s your brother?
Mommy, he’s upstairs.
Keep calling for him. Run up the stairs, yelling his name.
Back down, still yelling. Panic starting to creep into my voice.
Into my bedroom, into the toy room, into Daddy’s office, into the kitchen, into the bathroom.
Near the laundry room, I can hear his sobs.
Not normal crying. Hysterical, there-is-something-wrong sobbing.
Outside. My toddler got outside when I was out getting the mail and I didn’t realize it.
I didn’t see him get out and I didn’t notice when I went back inside.
I shut him outside and was sitting down, enjoying a moment of peace.
How long did I sit there, enjoying the quiet before I noticed he wasn’t there? Did I check a few blogs? Was I tweeting? Or doing my job?
Oh, Dear God, I don’t know. I think it was just a few minutes….
Scoop him up and hold his shaking body, try to get him to calm down.
But, I can’t calm down.
He could have wondered out into the street. Got hit by a car, wondered off down the road, someone could have taken him.
My worst mom fail yet. I feel like a Monster Mommy.
I know I need to stop the rushing, stop trying to do it all.
Slow down, pay attention.
Or the next time, I could have a worse Monster Mommy moment to tell.
Now go swing by Things I Can’t Say and say hello to Shell, 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 today over at my favorite mom of multiples: Helene at I’m Living Proof That God Has A Sense of Humor….she has TWO sets of twins, people! So when she asked me if I’d like to guest post, I couldn’t say no. My post is all about kids and their incessant talking.
And if you’re looking for some very easy, very inexpensive kids crafts for Valentine’s Day, check out my guest post over at Our Mommyhood!