I’m not really counting the reasons why I am sometimes a bad mom. My numbering system is probably pretty accurate, though.
Anyhow, this happened a few weeks ago on a Friday. I picked up Kenzie from the babysitter’s house after another fun-filled day at work.
I put her in the car seat and noticed she dropped her doll’s pacifier. Of course. So I start looking all over for it. Can’t find it. Distracted her with some pretzels. Good to go.
So, I’m driving along and we get to a light about 10 minutes later. Just a block away from getting on the expressway. I look back at little chicky in my rear view mirror (we have one of those mirrors on her seat in the back since she is still rear-facing) and see that she is proudly STANDING UP facing me with a huge smile on her face. YEP, I forgot to buckle her in because I was so distracted looking for the dumb fake pacifier. I immediately start looking around to see where I can pull into quickly to get her strapped in. There is a White Castle just a few feet ahead and I just need to turn right to get into the parking lot. Perfect.
At the same time, I am telling Kenzie sternly “SIT DOWN”, to which she just laughs and smiles because she knows what she has accomplished. Completely ignores me.
The light turns green, and I slowly start to turn into the White Castle parking lot. I look in the mirror as I am doing this and watch Kenzie do a little cartwheel and fall over onto the seat next to her. OMG. She starts whining/ fake crying. I ask, “Are you okay?!” To which she replies, “Yeah” (in the saddest tone ever – hilarious). So I get her all buckled in (against her will of course, because now she knows what freedom is like in the car), and away we go while she cried for the duration of the trip. What a heart attack! So thankful we were not on the expressway going 70 mph when it happened. I am a moron.
Stay tuned for more bad mom stories, I’m sure they’ll be coming. Especially with pregnancy brain over here.