Because sometimes, you just fail. Because of Newtonian physics, probably
|Child Number 4: The Feral One.|
|Middle of the night: |
Legit EFFORT to ensure childhood magic and wonderment.
|One VERY awesome spider cake for a 6-year-old's birthday.|
But no balloons. NICE TRY MOM LOL NOT.
Hmm. Fabulous question. Feels like the kind of thing I should know. I mean, I THOUGHT Kaden was here. But there's like a LOT of kids here so I guess... IDK? "Uuuuh, Kaden?" I call out, just to ensure that every one of the one hundred and something persons present is aware that I have zero idea where my 6-year-old son is. But he is not there. He does not respond. He is not on the playground. He is not in the bathroom. And at this point my brain is filled with a kind of real-life Home Alone scenario, except that it's just my 6-year-old kid, left behind, crying in the parking lot of the Red Robin.
But don't worry, turns out I'm not QUITE that horrible. I mean I'm close. But not quite. Because before I made it to Full Fledged Panic Attack, I found my child. Slumped down and fast asleep in the back of the minivan.
Because I forgot my son. In the van. For 30 minutes. Alone. On his birthday.
This is the point where I take my very deep bow and accept the World's Okayest Mom trophy you are all now definitely offering me.
"Thank you! Thank you! First I would like to thank God, for covering my mistakes so that my children are not yet dead due to my basic incompetence. Also, I'd like to thank Exhaustion, Exhaustion you are always there to ensure even my best efforts are never more than Okayest! And of course I could NEVER have done it without my Husband, my friend, my partner in mediocrity, and a definite World's Okayest Dad if there ever was one! Thank you and goodnight!"