Now I am THAT Mommy
Today I took Jack and Emmie to the park, as I have several times recently. It's been so nice the last few days and we try to get them outside in the morning and the afternoon for the fresh air. Jack runs around like a maniac and Emmie is happy to sleep in the stroller or the sling. Win-win for everyone.
Until today.
Today, I was playing with Jack on the equipment, trying to make sure he didn't fall off the 5-foot-high rock wall (seriously, who builds these death traps?) when I noticed two moms peeking into my stroller.
How nice, I thought. They must be taking a look at the cute new baby.
Except then I noticed they were looking around. And asking nearby women something, only to have those women shake their heads nervously.
Then it finally hit me -- holy shit, that baby must be crying. And that baby would belong to ... me. Me, the Mommy 15 feet away who is ignoring it.
I rushed over to the stroller and as I got closer, I could hear her cries. Now she wasn't hysterical or anything, but she was certainly not pleased. And the two moms were shooting looks of death at me and I said, "Yes, she's mine. I thought I would hear her, but obviously not." I followed up with a lighthearted, "I'm the bad Mommy!" and a sickly smile and the one mom walked away and the other stared at me and said, "Well, we didn't know what to do."
Come on now. I was 15 FEET away from the stroller. I could see it the entire time. In fact, that's how I knew they were looking in the stroller in the first place. I guess I didn't anticipate the sound would not carry in my direction. Well, that and the fact I didn't think she would wake up and cry.
So I came home to tell my caring, sensitive-to-my feelings husband what happened. I started to get a little upset when I was telling him what happened and how shitty I felt. Only to have him reply, "What were you thinking? You should NEVER leave her alone in the stroller. I would never have done that."
Wow, apparently superparent extraordinaire has 50 hands and eyes in the back of his head and supersonic hearing, rendering him much more capable than I of supervising our children at the park.
This after he announced he would do his own wash earlier this week because he was annoyed I was putting his T-shirts in the dryer. You can add laundry to the list of things in which he excels.
So please hold your applause when they announce the winner of the 2008 Bad Mommy Award. I will have a speech all ready, but I am sure they will cue the music and cut me off. It will have something to do with the best of intentions and the pavement on the road to hell.
Until today.
Today, I was playing with Jack on the equipment, trying to make sure he didn't fall off the 5-foot-high rock wall (seriously, who builds these death traps?) when I noticed two moms peeking into my stroller.
How nice, I thought. They must be taking a look at the cute new baby.
Except then I noticed they were looking around. And asking nearby women something, only to have those women shake their heads nervously.
Then it finally hit me -- holy shit, that baby must be crying. And that baby would belong to ... me. Me, the Mommy 15 feet away who is ignoring it.
I rushed over to the stroller and as I got closer, I could hear her cries. Now she wasn't hysterical or anything, but she was certainly not pleased. And the two moms were shooting looks of death at me and I said, "Yes, she's mine. I thought I would hear her, but obviously not." I followed up with a lighthearted, "I'm the bad Mommy!" and a sickly smile and the one mom walked away and the other stared at me and said, "Well, we didn't know what to do."
Come on now. I was 15 FEET away from the stroller. I could see it the entire time. In fact, that's how I knew they were looking in the stroller in the first place. I guess I didn't anticipate the sound would not carry in my direction. Well, that and the fact I didn't think she would wake up and cry.
So I came home to tell my caring, sensitive-to-my feelings husband what happened. I started to get a little upset when I was telling him what happened and how shitty I felt. Only to have him reply, "What were you thinking? You should NEVER leave her alone in the stroller. I would never have done that."
Wow, apparently superparent extraordinaire has 50 hands and eyes in the back of his head and supersonic hearing, rendering him much more capable than I of supervising our children at the park.
This after he announced he would do his own wash earlier this week because he was annoyed I was putting his T-shirts in the dryer. You can add laundry to the list of things in which he excels.
So please hold your applause when they announce the winner of the 2008 Bad Mommy Award. I will have a speech all ready, but I am sure they will cue the music and cut me off. It will have something to do with the best of intentions and the pavement on the road to hell.
Labels: Emmie, Married Life, Motherhood
posted by Amy at
9:37 PM
4 Comments:
Eeek. Nothing is worse than when someone else stomps on a point you're sensitive about. I can totally see being you. You deserve to give a bit of a glare, and darnit, he'll learn after only a week of his own laundry that you do it better! :)
Oh, yes, well clearly the better solution would have been to sit by the sleeping baby and let your toddler fall to his death on the play equipment. Sheesh. She was crying people, not choking or something.
I feel for you. And I'd happily let my husband do all his laundry :)
He doesn't want his t-shirts in the dryer?! He is way high maintainence, huh?
And big fat "MYOB" to the moms at the park tsk'ing you. They need a hobby that doesn't involve being judgey.
Well, as a mommy to 4 hooligans who never stay in one spot at the park - I feel for you.
Some how people don't get it that once you pass that "magic only 1 child stage" the other ones move! It's crazy how children who have learned how to walk seem to want to climb and check out the equipment furthest from where you are.
I apologize on behalf of the judgmental mommies who give most of us "normal" ones a bad name. :)
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