Super Mom Mess Up

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About 5 minutes after my "Super Mom" revelation on Tuesday I pulled up to Calder's day home to pick him up. As I approached the door I noticed that it looked fairly dark inside, but didn't think anything of it. The doors was locked. Strange. Maybe they are in the back yard. I peer through the fence boards and had a good listen. Nothing. Hmmmm. . . I head to the van to check my phone. I figure Hugh must have picked Calder up and I was left out of the loop. This could have easily happened because of the way I misuse my cell phone. You see I usually don't have it charged, let alone with me. I get to the van and toss things around until I find my phone. I flip it open and see two texts from Calder's daycare provider (DP).

Oh. Crap.

It was Tuesday. This meant it was 4 pm pick up day. It was 4:23 pm. UGH.

I call DP and profusely apologize. I then head into the city to pick up Calder. When there was no one to pick him up at 4 pm, poor DP was forced to take him to the city with her for her appointment.

The thoughts rolling through my head at the point were, "how the heck am I going to apologize in a meaningful way for this gargantuan mess up" and "You are an idiot. How could you forgot? You are an idiot. How could you forgot."

All of the work I spent getting inspired was almost lost. I spent the next 2 hours feeding myself some seriously positive self-talk to get back to my "Super Mom" happy place. It took maximum effort to find my way back to that inspired feeling I had during my drive, but I got there and I wrote. Major triumph.


P.S.
On top of the guilt I felt for wasting DP's time, I was also embarrassed. It was pajama day at school. Because of my colossal mistake I was out in public wearing panama pants. This fashion faux pas is seriously high on my pet peeve list. I wanted to shout to everyone I ran into (especially the good-looking guy who held a door for me), "IT WAS PAJAMA DAY! I DON'T DRESS LIKE THIS. SERIOUSLY, IT WAS PAJAMA DAY!"




Comments

  1. Deena @Shoes to ShirazMarch 15, 2012 at 9:12 AM

    BAHAHAHHAHAAH. Oh, I love this. I love this in an admiration that you can look back and laugh at yourself. You crack me up and made my day.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 15, 2012 at 12:23 PM

    Bahahaaa!! Remember back to my story of Aaron forgetting to be home when Noelle got home on the bus - and we ended up having to drive around the countryside trying to find the bus, because the driver wouldn't drop her off alone? Ahhh. Life.
    Ps. I hope the pants had pink bunnies on them!!
    Ader

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  3. DaniMarch 15, 2012 at 6:22 PM

    PJ Day- oh how I understand. I was at a lab once getting bloodwork done in my onesie. Yup. I was hoping people would just know that I was crazy enough to be a teacher... and not just plain crazy (though... are these two things just the same thing?? ;)).

    And I don't think forgetting has anything to do with NOT being a super mom.. I think it has to do with having a job that demands a lot of your attention and not a lot of time to think of anything else! :)

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