I have had a little mommy melt down the last few days. Sometimes you are on top of your game and sometimes you are not. I haven't been. It started yesterday when I lost my cell phone in Old Navy. At least, I had it there and my two kids. We walked all over Old Navy and the parking lot twice. No hot pink cell phone in sight. I purchased hot pink because it is easy to spot when lost. Along the way, Grayson prayed, "Oh dear God, please let mama find that cell phone." with total reverence. I gave up and got in the car. Somehow I looked down and saw it between the seat and center console.
We headed to the bank to deposit two checks. The ATM did not like the second check, so I go thru the drive thru to the Teller. I say that I don't have a deposit slip. She sends me one. Um, there are too many numbers. She says she just needs the check and my license. I send them thru the tube. "Mam, I need your id." "I am positive I just sent it." "NO" Look every where. Find it down between the seat and the door. "Which of the four checking accounts do you want it in?" At this point, I am considering asking her if I am in fact an idiot. I can only assume that I will hear, "Yes" from the little tube in front of me. I cannot at this point be told I am an idiot by a tube.
We get stuck in traffic a mile from my house. I pick up pizza from the Papa John's in my hood. The kid of creepy pizza guy let the kids come back and watch them spin the pizza dough. They are thrilled and at this point I am, too.
Today, I am all set to go help with Lillian's Christmas party at 11 a.m. I have called 8 people to babysit and settle on my friend's husband (G loved this option.) I head to the party only to find out I just messed up and it started at 10 a.m. I barely make it to the car before I cry huge mommy tears and call my sister. I was so disappointed. I picked Lillian up from school this afternoon and apologized. Her response, "It's okay mama, I still love you."
I get to try again tomorrow with G's Christmas party. I will be staying all morning. Yikes! The mommy gig is way harder than going to work. Now, off to try to get the kids to sleep for the eighth time. I need overtime.