I didn't always want kids, but then one day I did, and the rest his history. Then after having kids I told myself, "as long as you are better than your own mom, things should work out fine." Maybe that wasn't the best jumping off point.
My egg donor was like a bad made for T.V. movie mom, REALLY. Think Mommy Dearest meets some horrible episode of Animal Kingdom where a lioness is eating her young, then multiple by 5, I was lucky to get out a live. I guess looking back I should have said something like "just try your hardest, and when that isn't working try harder!"
Well yesterday I dropped the mom ball. Lauren, got hurt, and let me point out she is fine, just a little bruised. (however I am taking her to the doctor today to be sure.) The "MOM of the YEAR" part, I laughed at her pain, but not really her pain, her story of her pain.
My poor sad girl.
In my defense this is how her story went, between sobs on my lap.
Me: (running to her as she was coming into the house) What happened?
Lo: I got hit by a car! (she was playing in our front yard, she's only allowed to go a few houses in either direction and is not to ever cross the street)
Me: (freaking out, seeing red, ready to kill) You got hit by a car!
Me: Where? Who's car?
Lo: Your JEEP!
Me: Wait? My Jeep? The one PARKED in front of the house? (this is were the Mom of the year part came in, I LAUGHED, out loud!)
Then it went all Biblical and she finally fell asleep in my bed, crying, thrashing and gnashing of teeth takes a lot out of you. It made it really hard to watch NCIS too. C'mon it was the season opener!
Okay, I'm off to try harder...:)