On Saturday I was a s-t-u-p-i-d Mom. I am pretending that by confessing my sins to someone I will somehow be resolved of them and then I can move on to the next parenting flub.
This weekend was a doozy. It just started out that way. On Friday night we decided to treat the girls to a movie. Actually, they were given a choice between going out to eat and going to the movie theatre...note to self: don't let my kids ever decide if I get to go out to eat or not, inevitably their decision will make me cranky. They chose a movie and unfortunately the only show playing was Beverly Hills Chihuahua...what child does not like talking animals? Hazel, who usually is dead to the world by 7:30pm was wide awake at 7:30, 7:45, 8:00, 8:15, 8:30, 8:45, 9:00, 9:15...she and I were well acquainted with the theatre's lobby and read every poster from top to bottom at least 20 times...they gave me my money back and I asked what happened in the movie (turns out that talking dogs don't really have that much important stuff to say in a two hour movie.) So my back hurt. Then we went home, threw the way-over-done-children in bed and I sat in my own bed stringing Halloween decorations for the ward party while my husband promptly fell asleep before 10pm in his sweater and jeans. Awesome Friday night.
This brings me to Saturday. (I will eventually get to the point, really.) Clark had duty so it felt like a regular weekday except that everyone was home and wanted to be entertained. Lucky for us I had a brunch to go to so I whipped up some Wassail to contribute, made my kids look presentable, tried to make myself look like I made an effort and got them to the party that was at a friend's house where her daughter had graciously offered to watch my kids downstairs. Hazel was cute and happy for about 10 minutes until she decided not to be anymore. I fed her a bottle...waaa!...I stood up with her....waaaa!...I let her crawl around...waaaa!....I bounced her and fed her little sweet potato puffs and talked to her and walked around with her (trying to be quiet enough to hear the game that the adults were playing and not disturb anyone...did I mention it was a brunch to welcome the new Commanding Officer's wife?)....waaaa! So I apologized, rounded up all the kids and their socks, grabbed some croissants, packed up the Wassail and headed out. I had two errands that I absolutely had to run knowing that dear Hazel was not going to stop crying...we would just plow through them. Not only that but we have a ward party tonight that I had to go help at (and have fun). This was not like her to cry so endlessly about something obscure. She did miss
her morning nap but could not fall asleep so I assumed teething perhaps? I was feeling stressed until I stopped at our second errand and decided to pause and do a rundown of possible problems.It was only when I removed her from her seat and took off her adorable little tennis shoes that it dawned on me....[insert me apologizing profusely to 7 month old.] Her shoes hurt. Really? I could have just spared the last hour of crying, the rush out the door, the first errand, the stressing about the rest of my busy day, the missing of the second trip to the table full of delicious brunch food and socializing with adults?...all because I put silly shoes on my baby.
Bad Mommy.
The ancient Chinese art of foot binding...bad.
Little bare baby feet...good.
The beauty is pain concept may be a little much for her at this point.
Let me just say that the moment I took the shoes off she was as pleasant as ever.
Forehead. Hand. Slap. Slap. Slap.
I'll spare you the details of the rest of the weekend...even though it did include an exploding vacuum and one very dirty family room rug...and the church party was really fun...who knew a Halloween family dance could be such a blast?
(I think that the concept of these little baby Louis Vuitton heels are hilarious but only reserved for celebrities who also think it fun to buy round cribs and designer diaper bags.)
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Em,I could tell you about the time Lex was getting Sadie ready for church and Sadie was crying. I told Lex that Sadie's shoes were too small and Lex replied, "She has to learn, it hurts to be beautiful!" Or I could mention the time I actually pinned Meg's diaper to her body. The list is sooooooooooo long. The good thing is children are very forgiving. Love you.
Poor Hazel. Poor mom. So was she wearing those shoes during the movie?
I have done that too many times to count. Sometimes I can't figure out why they are so grumpy, only to do the math and realize they're ravenously hungry.
Yeah, I've got stories to match that one too. Did I ever tell you about the teenage son who went on a 50 mile backpacking trip with shoes that were too small because his mom didn't want to spend the money to get him new ones? Ouch. Hope next weekend is better.
I wonder if our mother's would ever confess their "stupid mommy moments" 'cuz every mother has them, but we are luckily too young to remember. And Hazel will be too.
I wait, I just read the comments and I guess they did! Good for them! I don't think I will.
Don't worry, I've done it too. But, unlike you, it took me two outing with Bridger (one to dinner and the next day to Target) before I realized that his shoes were too small. Now I'm constanly checking his and Ryan's shoes to make sure toes are where they are supposed to me.
Heard about the dance :) Glad it went well!
I say it's her fault. She should have just said something instead of whining about it all day!
My mom accidentally left the tissue paper in the toes of my shoes when I was a baby. I cried and cried and hated having my shoes put on. Maybe that is why I walk pigeoned toed now :)
I will have to look alittle more closely the next time Taylor yells at me when I put on the cutest shoes. She has been yelling at me lately when I put her shoes on - "i wonder?"
were they tough to get on??? that totally stinks, especially having to pass of the table of yummy food !
Oh...I've done that so many times. Wait...continue to do that. Jake has been complaining that his winter boots hurt and I kept telling him to suck it up til we measured his feet. Boots: size 11. Boy: size 3. Hmmm...did it to Hannah as well. Love the Louis Vuitton shoes. They look like shoes Miss Piggy would wear.
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