Worst. Mother. Ever.
So this morning the baby girl and I took our weekly trip to the grocery store. By the way, last week was the first week she sat in the grocery cart instead of in her carseat attached to the grocery cart. This is because she has outgrown that carseat and now has the permanently-attached-to-the-back-seat-until-further-notice-type car seat. Last week, she kept flopping over to the side and I had to keep straightening her up. Luckily she has a nifty shopping cart cover to keep her from being too uncomfortable and to keep me from freaking out over all the possible germs that she might gather on her hands that she can’t keep out of her mouth even after touching nasty things like shopping carts. This week, however, she was able to keep herself in a sitting position the entire time, so I was kind of on a high when we left. Well, except for the fact that the bagger kept tickling her stomach and playing with her hands until I wanted to scream “STOP TOUCHING MY BABY AND GETTING ALL YOUR GERMS ALL OVER HER BECAUSE SHE CAN’T KEEP HER HANDS OUT OF HER MOUTH, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!” I didn’t, of course, because that would be rude. But I wanted to.
Anyway, we went out to the car, and it being Arizona and it being hot even though it was not even 10:00 am, I decided to take her out of the basket and put her in the car right away. I didn’t buckle her in, but I left the car door open so I would remember to do that after I loaded the groceries. I loaded the groceries into the back of the car, closed her door, got in and drove home.
Yeah, you noticed I left out a step did you? I realized I had forgotten to buckle her into her car seat as we were pulling into the garage. To be fair, the grocery store is only three miles away from our house, but still I felt horrible. All I could think of was what could have happened. But it didn’t. Nothing happened. She was fine. We got home safely. Everything was okay. And hopefully I learned a good lesson.
But nonetheless, I can’t help feeling a little like the Worst. Mother. Ever. :(
Comment by Anonymous
June 29, 2005 @ 11:26 pm
We’ve already had this conversation, but again, you are not the worst mother or even a bad mother. You are a great mother who forgot to do something. We all forget things and thank our lucky stars that nothing happens when we make a mistake. Baby is okay and mommy needs to stop beating herself up. Anyone who says they’ve never had a lapse like that is lying.
Comment by syndromes
June 30, 2005 @ 2:35 am
Hogwash!
Garbage… GARBAGE!! You’d be the worst mother ever if once you realized you made a mistake you decided to consciously do it again just for fun. You are ANYTHING but the worst, mother, ever ;)
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Comment by Rochelle
June 30, 2005 @ 3:28 am
If you think that’s a bad thing, I’ll show you the pictures we have of my GRANDMA feeding me beer like it was my bottle.
Yeah, I was like 1.
Or I can show you the motorcycle burn i have on my thigh which I aquired at age 3.
Did I mention the time my dad fell asleep while baby sitting, and the 5-year-olds pulled down a WHOLE bookshelf? With antiques on it?
Parents make mistakes, what’s important is you learn from them. Just wait till you can laugh at her some day for parenting mistakes of her own.
Comment by Karin
June 30, 2005 @ 4:40 pm
Thanks guys. :)