No Surprise

Little T.Puzzle can’t shake his sick. It keeps lingering and lingering. It interferes with his eating, his sleep and his overall mood (lucky me). He woke up today with the nastiest cough. It was time to visit the doctor (again!). The timing wasn’t great as today is the day T.Puzzle’s long awaited big boy bed is to arrive and be assembled. Somehow, with Mad Dog’s calm input, I managed to get Full Speed off to school, T.Puzzle to the doctor, drop off AND pick up T.Puzzle’s prescription, deal with an extremely moody three year old, clean-up the aftermath of an explosive poop and be home for when the new bed arrived.

During the course of all this misadventure, I also had to throw T.Puzzle’s new Thomas the Train sheets in the wash. How is it possible that I have owned these sheets for over four months and I did not have one chance (not one!) to launder them before his bed arrived today? This bed has been back-ordered for 10 weeks so it wasn’t like it was a surprise.

The real surprise (or maybe not so surprisingly) is that I’m a Mom who isn’t perfect. In my defense I write excellent limericks. I would prefer no one actually comments on that. My self-esteem is depending on you.

4 thoughts on “No Surprise

    • Thanks for the encouragement, you are a good friend and loyal reader! I still couldn’t believe it was an hour before naptime and that kid’s special sheets were still packaged and hidden away in the closet. I guess tonight will have to be his first official night of big boy sleeping. I’ll get it right eventually….

  1. give your self more credit Diana! you have the qualities of a mother that I would be so thankful and lucky to have one day!!! yea for clean sheets 🙂

    • It’s hard not to doubt your mothering skills at times. I understand kids are who they are but how much of that is the result of how I raised them? It’s not like a regular job because my actions actually impact a life. And a life of someone that I love more than the whole world. When in doubt, I take a step back, take a deep breath and handle motherhood one tantrum at a time.

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