My confession...

At our MOPS meetings this year, members of the steering time are taking turns confessing some of their mothering mishaps, inadequacies, imperfections, etc.  We stand silhouetted behind a white sheet of anonymity.  It's really quite comical.  This past Tuesday was my turn and my confession wrote itself into a nice little blog post.  I got plenty of laughs...I hope the girls were laughing with me and not at me, though!?!?  Here goes...

Before I gave birth to our first little babe, I made the mistake of convincing myself that I would never be "that mom".  You know the one.  She's got four kids going 80 different directions and loses more of her mind with each passing week.  She locks her keys in the car {while it's still running}.  She forgets about doctor's appointments and goes to the grocery store unshowered and in sweats.  Yah.  I was never gonna be that mom.


Oh, how naive was I?


I can say I haven't locked the keys in the car...yet...


But I've had my share of that mom moments...beginning just weeks after my first, not my fourth was born.


I am that mom who, early one Sunday morning {after 6 weeks of sleepless nights} put my breast pump parts in a pot on the stove to sterilize them, then lay down to rest my eyes for just a minute, only to awake 45 minutes later to the smell of burning plastic.


I am that mom who brought a basket full of dirty laundry and two poopy diapers, an infant, and a barely one year old down the stairs and forgot the diapers were in the basket by the time a had a moment to toss the whole load into the washer.


I am that mom who has lost birth certificates and car titles, forgotten parent/teacher conferences and show & tell days, and paid $15 in library fines on late DVD's.


I am that mom who made a meal plan and a detailed grocery list and still forgot the mozzarella cheese, but never realized it until the lasagna was already started and so resorted to peeling a few sticks of string cheese to complete the dish. 


I am that mom who, just two weeks ago, talked to a friend about our kids' hour early dismissal from school the next day, only to receive a call from the school office the following afternoon while I was out running errands wondering if I'd forgotten about my kids.


Yep...I'm definitely that mom. 

**Oh stink.  As I was reading over this I realized I lied.  I just remembered I have locked the keys in the car.  After grocery shopping I somehow loaded the groceries and my purse, with the keys and cell phone in it, in the trunk of our car and closed the hatch.  All doors locked.  I had to go back into the store to call Mark, who had to make the 20 minute drive into town with the two little ones and no carseats because they were in the car I had.  At least the car wasn't running, right?

Score another one for that mom.  :O)