Oh, Mother. Where Art Thou?

I need to start out with a thank you very much to everyone for giving me their vote of confidence. It meant the world to me to be lifted up by you all, so again I would like to send out a very sincere thank you!

On to my day.

I'm not sure where I got my mom card. I'm beginning to think I may have been issued a generic brand at this point. Please, let me explain.

Today before going to Mother's Day Out, Sebi requested to take this puppet dinosaur with him. I told him that I didn't think that he was allowed to take toys to school, to which he responded

"Sophia brought something." soooo...

I told him that I would ask Miss Julie (his teacher) and if she said that is was o.k., then he could take the dinosaur with him on Thursday. I dropped Sebi off this morning and told Miss Julie that Sebi had wanted to bring a dinosaur and that Sebi had mentioned that Sophia had brought something.

Miss Julie explained that if they had been on the letter D that week, then Sebi would be allowed to bring the dinosaur for show-and-tell. But, they were on the letter O this week, and would be on the letter P next week. I guess that was in case I forgot my alphabet.

And the whole while I'm thinking, why didn't I get the show-and-tell / letter of the week memo? Now realize, that when I take Sebi to school I have the babies in the double stroller and I can't double stroll them into the building because there is only stair access to the classroom part of the building. So I have to wait for another mom who is willing to wait with the babies, so I can quickly run in and drop off/pick up Sebi- because the babies realize that I am leaving and pandemonium breaks out. It's really very sweet.

Anyway, I now get the whole show-and-tell rules and as I'm walking off with my tail between my legs, I grab Sebi's lunch box and backpack and head on out the door.

Hmmmm... his backpack. Never open that thing. Looks pretty full.

LOTS OF MEMOS IN THE BACKPACK. Excuse me, as I try and swallow this huge lump in my throat.

Is that why she reminds me every time that 2 dollars are due for this or that? Because I never read the notes they send home? Please, y'all don't judge. Because my parenting skills got "better" as the day progressed.

**preface**I don't need to remind y'all about my dislike of cockroaches. If you don't already know, you can check here, or here.

Tonight, after brushing Sebi's teeth I sent him off to his room. I went to our kitchen closet where we keep the pampers. I grabbed one and headed toward his room and noticed that my hand was on something that didn't feel quite like pamper. My head spinned, time froze, and I believe I saw glimpses of my life flash before my eyes as reality sunk in as to what exactly it was that I was holding along with the pamper. Cockroach!

I screamed, threw the pamper and roach down, and continued to freak out. Sebi came running, my dog tried to attack me, and all the while Sebi is approaching the roach and just .. about.. to.. step.. on.. it....

So I freak out more and do this shooing motion for him to get back, get back. I may have been saying, "get back, get back". I have no idea. It's all a blur now. I'm sure it'll all come back as I lay on my therapist's couch some day. Well, guess what this does to Sebi?

IT FREAKS. HIM. OUT.

So, he's in his room. Freaking out, and crying. I have to pass by the roach and fight the urge to kick my dog as I run to settle my little guy. He's shaking and crying. I finally settle him and tell him that it's o.k. Mommy just doesn't like roaches too much. But daddy will be home soon and everything will be all better. Great.

So, I've pretty much told my child that there is absolutely nothing I can do about this situation because I'm a big chicken and can't handle cockroaches. I'm sure he will forever feel safe in my care.

What line was I in when they were handing out mom cards???