Worst Mom #445

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.

 

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Feeling Defeated.

Today, I just want to write about how defeated I am feeling.  I don’t feel this way all the time, but this morning was the absolute worst.  I know I said I would post about breastfeeding and baby shower gifts, but I’m not feeling it today.

I think that feeling defeated is sometimes part of being a parent.  You have your ups and downs, and just like life, it’s sometimes easier to remember the rough times than the happy ones.

This morning, I knew my husband was going to need to leave early for work (before Kenzie and I woke up, for sure).  This meant I would have no help in the morning, which is fine.  Mike helps a great deal when he is home in the morning during the time I try to get myself and baby girl ready for the day.  It allows me the time for a quick shower and to get dressed while he finished his breakfast with baby girl.

She went to sleep around 11:30 last night.  Yep, you read that right.  I’m so tired of reading about or hearing that kids exist who sleep for 12 hours at a time, no problem.  Screw those kids.  THEY SUCK.

Luckily, she slept all the way through to 6:45…the time that Mike left and the time that I was about the jump in the shower.  WRONG.  So I nursed her since she was crying like a crazy (if she seems happy in the morning, I don’t nurse her, we just go straight down to greet the dog and eat some waffles).  So we went downstairs, she started whining, but then we walked outside to let the dog out (she loves the dog and outside, so win-win), and then went back inside to warm up her waffle.

She was pretty happy until I told her I needed to shower super fast, and that she was going to hang in her pack & play for a few minutes.  You would have thought I was depriving her of food the way that she flailed her little body about, tears streaming down her face, standing up in the pack & play.  So like an idiot, I picked her up and brought her upstairs.  I thought she would be happier in her crib with some toys.  WRONG.  She sits down immediately, and then throws her head back into the wooden side of the crib, and continues to cry even more.  OMG.  At this point, I just sweetly told her, “Baby girl, mama has to shower really quickly – I won’t even shave my legs…I’ll be out in two minutes” and she continued to cry the entire time.  I felt like the worst possible mom.

She better be cutting like 4 teeth with her crabby patty attitude and massive drooling these past few days.  I blame so much on teething.  Motrin can only do so much.

Bottom line, I ran out of the shower as soon as I was decently clean to grab baby girl and calm her down, and am a hot mess today.  I think she just wanted me, and I think she missed my husband being home in the morning when she wakes up.  Makes me more thankful for the help that he gives when he can.  I looked in the mirror today at work and actually thought, “Eh, could be worse”….WTF?

A good end to the story though – I visited Kenzie on my lunch, and she was happy as can be.  Running around with her toys, wanting me to read her books, etc.  So maybe she just needed a nap.   Tomorrow will be better.