The following post will contain a great deal of sarcasm. Please note that it's not because I am not upset or not aware that there never was a worse parent, it's just how I deal. Last week I was out at the house trying to surprise Lyndon and do some of the cleanup so he wouldn't have to. I was working along and came to check on my baby, he was drinking out of a bowl of paint thinner. It looked like he hadn't gotten any so I didn't worry to much. Later as we are headed to town for pizza, because I am incapable of doing a project and feeding my children well, he starts throwing up straight paint thinner. After a good deal of time with poison control we were told all would be well as long as he didn't ingest it into a lung while throwing up. They told me and I quote, "if he stops breathing and turns blue, that is bad, call 911." Whew...thank goodness he let me know, because I am not sure I would have known what to do if he stopped...He's fine. I was "comforted" after speaking with my dad who teasingly remarked, "what kind of mother let's their kids play around that stuff?" My reply, "well obviously the mother of the flipping year." Today I met my mom and sister at my house wanting to show them the cupboards. It was a little nuts with all the kids, workers and all that was going on. I am saying that to set up the horror that follows, though please note I am not excusing myself. We left with most all of the kids crying, Lyndon needing a ride because his starter is shot and hurrying because I need to make dinner because the kids are "starviiiiiiing." Half an hour later the phone rings, it's the neighbor. The cabinet guys want to know if we are coming back for Grayson. WHAT? That's right we left one of our children and we didn't even know he wasn't here. My adoptive friends will be appalled, Shannon will probably disown me...These people wish every day for their kids to be home to take care of and I who am blessed to have them forget them...Mother of the year. I have to cry now and await the police coming to take me away...I will be taking collections for the therapy my sweet son is sure to need. Lucky me I just happened to leave the one who I left in an orphange for 8 months the last time I left him...
8 comments:
You are the best mother I know. Things happen. I tried to put that picture on my "friend" post, but there were errors. (I wasn't supposed to steal it appearantly, but it's my favorite picture of you.
You are so not alone! I think every Mom has had one of those days. I lost my kid at the ballpark lastweek. Scared me to death. I sent him to the garbage can and he didn't come back until I had 10 people looking for him. Yeah Mom of the Year!
oh dear sweet friend, i would cry with you if i wasn't laughing. why didn't you just tell the cabinet guys that grayson wants to be a carpenter and you thought it would do him good to hang out with them? i'm so sorry and i know you feel bad but i grew up in a family of 11 kids and my mom was also babysitting other kids while i grew up and these kinds of things happened much too often. but we all survived and are none the worse for wear. i love you and am sorry this happened. and i'm sorry for laughing when i first read about you receiving the call to come get gray. i'm glad he's safe!
Hmm in the same situation I might have told him that I would be there in a few hours and to please keep an eye on him. Then I would leave the other kids with the neighbor call a friend, go out to dinner then pick him up.
So I guess I m not mother of the year either...bummer!!
You should have told the workers that Haitian children are never any bother and that you were shocked they even noticed he was there. After all, as his mother you hardly even noticed he was missing because he is so dang good. I agree with Nichole, take advantage of the situation. Go out to dinner or to a movie before you pick him up next time.
We have all had our moments as mother of the year. so dont worry your not the first mom who has done something like this.-Candice
It happens to everyone ,well I'm not so sure about the paint thinner part...but I left my 13 year old at the Holocaust Museum in D.C. that was a shinning parental moment, so I am sure the long term affects will be minimal and hopefully you have insurance that will cover any needed therapy down the road!
Heather-
I'm so excited that I found your blog! And by the way you are a great mom! I have a blog but it's private but if you just email me your address I will add you! my blog is rustonandaleshajenson.blogspot.com and my email address is aleshajenson@hotmail.com. Our neighborhood gets a little boring without you guys! We miss you!
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