There are all kinds of little things, like when Anna asked for a popsicle the other day. That's a special treat, mostly because I don't like dealing with the mess, and I said yes. She literally squealed in excitement and hopped up and down. Upon searching the freezer, however, I could not find the last popsicle that I KNEW had been there. Try substituting apple slices for the yummy popsicle she'd built up in her mind.
FAIL.
And then slightly bigger ones.
Last Saturday, 10:30 a.m. I had a wonderful, lazy, sleeping-in morning as Dan was heroic enough to get up and turn on a movie for Anna before lying back down and falling asleep. Miraculously, David was still sleeping. Movie over, Anna excitedly came running into the room asking, "Mom, is it time for my a-tivity at the church?" My eyes pop open as the realization sank in. It's not so fun telling your 3 almost 4-year-old sunbeam that the 9:30-11:00 Primary "a-tivity" will be over before you could even drive her to the church.
FAIL.
Last night, in an effort to be Super Mom (why do I even try?), I promised Anna and David that we could walk to the neighborhood pool to swim this morning. I woke up to an overcast sky this morning, but held out hope that it would just be a nice, less sunny swim. Murphy and his law must have gotten a good chuckle out of that one, and sure enough, as we were finishing getting dressed for the pool a little while ago, the skies opened and buckets started pouring.
David is still blissfully ignorant of the loss for the most part, not fully understanding why he's dressed in his blue and green alligator swimming trunks. But poor little Anna knows and feels so greatly the insult-added-to-injury of walking around the house still dressed in her cute blue suit while not being able to go swim. Or at least swim yet? Here's hoping the rain will blow over soon so I can have a little mother-redemption. (And after typing that, I just went to weather.com and checked out the forecast for the day--thunderstorms all day. Yeah, I'm not liking Murphy very much today.)
FAIL.
I hope I get this week turned around and quickly. Man, life sure is getting harder as Anna is getting older and remembers more. Because I really don't like being the one to crush this cute little spirit.
6 comments:
Aw, we all have those moments. I accidentally locked Daniel (and my keys) in a hot car outside micdonalds the other day... pretty sure God sent a gaurdian angel to quickly instruct daniel how to unlock a door from the inside, he had never been able to before. The thing is, kids don't remember these moments. They remember all the love and good times.
oh man! how many times have i done something like that? glad you still have some sense of humor, and luckily, even three-four year olds will bounce back fairly quickly. maybe anna will have fun swimming in the bathtub with some shaving cream paint...
AWW! You know, it was sort of cute reading your stories because I think we've all been there! And I appreciate your honesty. I'm sure that it's hard trying to remember everything all the time and be "super mom", but you already are one, because you are there and you love your kids. Anna won't remember that you missed one Saturday "a-tivity" but she will remember that you made an effort to always have fun, teach her good things and that you were there for her. Keep your chin up Super Mom!! Accuweather.com shows 93 and party cloudy on Saturday :)
Loved your post Liz! It was so much fun to read...so funny!! :) And also, just so relateable...cause yes, we really have all been there! Love you!
Don't worry, I fail all. the. time. The difference is you're a good mom because you care.
This is exactly why I started saying "possibly" and "maybe" so much. Only now Ryann keeps pressing, "what does possibly mean?" "It means maybe" "so that's a yes?"
I'm guessing this week is over and you're probably smothered in hugs and kisses from your cute little ones again today, but just so ya know, I think you're a great mom. I think it's great that you want to do fun things with your kids in the first place and then feel the disappointment with them. I'm pretty sure that softens the blow when mom has empathy.
And a confession: Once we missed all of church because I didn't want to wake Lucy up since she had just fallen asleep 10 minutes before it was time to go (she had been sick so it was sorta justified). Ryann was pretty confused when I broke the news, but unfortunately not disappointed.
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