“I don’t think we realise just how fast we go until you stop for a minute and realise just how loud and how hectic your life is, and how easily distracted you can get.” ~Meg Ryan
It’s been a relatively good week on the homefront, but Thing 3 might disagree … Yup, I’m going to bring you one of those “When I was a good mom …” stories, and sadly Thing 3 got the brunt of my RM “distractedness” this week.
Thing 3 and I have been really excited for a number of weeks about an upcoming trip his class was taking to Mount Greylock. We were going to hike, and picnic. He even made me a tie-dyed shirt in class to match all the other fourth-graders so we didn’t lose each other. The field trip was to take place on Tuesday, and if anyone has been following my Tweets or Facebook updates this week you will know that I never made that trip. You see, my CORI (Criminal Offender Record Information check) expired in April. Everyone who volunteers must have one of these. I knew that, and filled out the forms again (you have to get a new one done every 3 years just in case you turned into a hardened criminal in that time, but if you had you probably wouldn’t be walking around free volunteering to help out in your son’s elementary school, but that’s besides the point). Anyway I was all set to go … and then I received a phone call on Monday. It was Thing 3’s teacher. I had never brought in a copy of my license (I received a reminder call weeks ago to do so and forgot), so my CORI check was incomplete. It was impossible to get it done on time, so I was no longer one of the chaperones. Ugh! Try relaying that one to your youngest. Yeah, when I was a good mom this never would have happened.
When I was a good mom Thing 3 never would have been left home alone without anyone realizing it (including him) either, but that’s what also happened to Thing 3 this week. I had left Thing 2 and Thing 3 at home while I met The Grinch at Thing 1’s lacrosse game down the road. Unbeknownst to me, Thing 2 called The Grinch sometime during the game and asked him if he’d run up the hill and get him, so he could go to the last dance of the year at school. The Grinch ran up at halftime, grabbed the Thing, and returned to the game with 15 minutes left in the final half. Looking around, I didn’t see Thing 3, so I inquired of his whereabouts.
“Hey Grinch. Where’s Thing 3?” I asked innocently enough.
“I don’t know. Isn’t he with you?” he nonchalantly asked.
I looked around me as if I would suddenly find the kid I had left at home earlier with Thing 2 magically appear by my side. Did it look like he was with me?
“Um No,” I responded with maybe a “hint” of sarcasm in my voice. “You didn’t grab him?”
OK, so when I was a good mom I would never have left my 10-year-old home alone, and neither would The Grinch (I think). But we did so we have to live with that. I did call him and make sure he was OK. He was, and didn’t even know he was home alone. Classic. And I did send my parents up there at the end of the game to grab him and take him to their house for dinner while The Grinch and I went out with friends. I just hope this isn’t fodder for years of therapy in his future, or worse even, HIS OWN BLOG!
So as my mother so kindly reminded me, which happened to be words almost identical to the ones I had written earlier in the week to fellow blogger Natalie who was feeling a little overwhelmed with blogging and parenting, I need to remember why I chose to be a stay-at-home-mom again a year ago, and it wasn’t only to pursue my writing career in a different way. I am first and foremost a mom. And as much as I love my blog, The Things, were my first babies, the blog my second (well 3rd after Murph). And I needed to keep that firmly implanted in my brain as I worked to grow this blog!