You know those days when you just feel on top of your game in the mom world?
When you’re all like yeah, I got this, I can hold a baby and switch a load of laundry and make a phone call and feed the kids lunch and scrub a toilet in between? Look at me and my bad mommy self!
That was me today.
Until it wasn’t.
See, the day started off pretty well. The kids and I enjoyed a delicious breakfast of eggs and my scrumptious chocolate zucchini muffins (omg).
I cleaned the bathrooms, the kitchen, switched laundry, fed the kids, fed Jacob, got everyone ready, changed everyone’s clothes for the second time after 1) Jacob puked 2) Mya spilled her yogurt all over herself 3) Ada followed suit.
I didn’t yell or lose my patience. Heck, I even joked with the kids and we were smiling and the sun was shining and life felt good.
Things started to get a little hairy around noon, when I had fifteen minutes to get everyone out the door and a doctor I have been trying to touch base with to interview for an article for Parents emailed.
I have a few minutes, if you wanted to talk now? she wrote.
Crap, I thought. There is no way I can do this. Kids aren’t dressed, there are still lunch dishes out, Jacob is crying.
But I did it anyways. Because I was trying to prove (to myself? to you? to who?) that I can do this. I can make a career out of writing. Tons of women are work-at-home moms. No problem. My avoiding the hospital is not going to go to waste, dang it.
We made it to preschool and I lugged Jacob in his carseat with the girls in to chat to the teacher for a bit. We did some coloring and playdough and as I laughed with some of Ada’s classmates, I noticed something was amiss with Jacob…
He seemed rather free…
And something was missing on his chest…
Something like the straps…
Oh my gosh.
I had forgotten to buckle Jacob in to his car seat.
I had thrown him into the car, driven down the road to school, swung him out of the car and literally dragged him into the school, all while he was unbuckled.
With horror, images of what could have gone wrong flashed through my mind. At six months and twenty pounds, he barely fits in the seat anyways. At any moment, he could have sat up and toppled out, right on to the pavement as I lifted him out of the car. He could have fallen out in the car. What if we had gotten in an accident??
I profusely thanked God that nothing had happened as shame and embarrassment crept over me. I quickly snuck a glance over at the two teachers in the room, hoping they wouldn’t notice what I had done.
And to think, that morning I thought “I had this.”
Let this be a warning to me.
Yes, we all make mistakes, I get that.
But you better believe that I’m not going to get so caught up in acting like I can do everything that I make a mistake like that again.