This morning sucked. Sure, it could've been a lot worse, but there was plenty of room for improvement. 3 hours after our intended time to leave the house this AM, Ellie and I finally headed out the door.
I set Ellie's juice cup on the roof of the car along with a small cardboard box and attempted to secure her in her car seat. Let's just say getting in the car took longer than expected as well. When we were both finally successfully buckled I breathed a sigh of relief and backed out.
Our driveway needs some major repair and could second as a skateboard obstacle ramp at the moment. I bumped carefully up the hill and heard what sounded like an explosion. I was sure I had just wrecked into one of our concrete obstacles. Although I try to be a better person these days, there was a period of time in my college years that some of my language was similar to that of a sailor's, and, well, after this most fun morning, I had a momentary relapse. First one I've had in 2.5 years in front of the kid. I didn't even notice it.
I put the car in park. Got out. Looked for damage and realized that stupid sippy cup and box had just crashed down the back of the car and landed safely on the ground. Whew. No wreck. No damage. Breathed another sigh of relief and got back in the car.
Ellie: "Mama, why you say shut?“
Me: "Shut? What? When did I...? "
Oh, little brain. How thankful I am you didn't process my words correctly.
"Um... I just needed to shut the door."
Me: "Shut? What? When did I...? "
Oh, little brain. How thankful I am you didn't process my words correctly.
"Um... I just needed to shut the door."
She was 100% content with that answer. Brilliant. Thought that was the end. Breathed another sigh of relief. I took that as this weeks parenting fail and save all tied into one.
Ha. Ohhhh stupid, young mom. Of course your mistake is not gone so quickly. Every time we put Ellie in the car now.... "Shut." Every. Time. Not "shut the door", not "shut that". Just shut.
Ha. Thanks for that little reminder, God. I deserve it. It's precisely what this mom needs to do with her mouth. Keep.It.Shut.
Shut.
If you ever try to tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor, I won't believe you.
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