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Sunday, February 11, 2007Every now and then when you're having a really good kids day, you'll snag one of those compliments like "I don't know how you do it" or "Wow, I could never do all that."
The moms that hear this (myself included) usually laugh inwardly and think to themselves "ha! if they could only see me on an average day!"
I had that comment from a friend yesterday and I laughed inwardly knowing how very many flaws I have in my mommy-ing abilities.
Then this morning, I made a HUGE Mommy-mistake. One of those ones that you hope no one saw.
I dumped my kid on his head.
Yep, face first, onto the floor.
From a dead sleep.
What a way to wake up.
But let me backup...
We were in church this morning and about ten minutes into the sermon, Emmitt decided he wanted to start laughing. Now that's much better than crying or screaming, but it's still fairly noisy and I try to be respectful of the people around me. So off Emmitt and I went to the Cafe to sit in the cozy chairs and to listen to the sermon where his sense of humor wouldn't distract anyone.
(The goal of these trips out of the sanctuary is usually to get him to sleep so that we can creep back in and catch the rest of the sermon.)
So he played a few minutes, then he nursed for about ten minutes then he settled down and fell asleep in his bucket as I rocked him back and forth.
I stood up, threw the diaper bag over my shoulder, reached down to pick up the bucket and as I was picking it up I had that sudden "oh crap!" moment of realizing that the handle hadn't locked.
As such, the bucket rotated, out fell the blanket and BAM! Out fell Emmitt face first into the blanket on the floor.
I knew he wasn't hurt, I saw him hit. He fell a whole six inches and he landed in three inches of crocheted blanket. However, the shift of going from peaceful slumber to blanket face plant was not a pleasant one and as you can imagine, screaming chaos ensued.
Now here's the part that makes me a bad mommy.
I laughed at him.
I LAUGHED at the fact that my four month old just did a face plant into the floor due to MY mistake.
Yep. I just lost my seat in the Mommy Hall of Fame.
Now I did pick him up and rock him and love him and rub his head to calm him down...but still. I laughed the whole time.
I hope no one saw.
I bet someone did.
Don't tell anyone, ok?
Labels: Life as a Mom