Today I made a grave miscalculation and overestimated my abilities as a mother and as a person.
I thought I could handle taking both kids to see Santa, by myself. “Oh yeah! I can totally handle it. I’ll just run them over there at 3 p.m. when Santa arrives, we’ll take a picture, and be home in time for dinner!”
If you are reading this, DO NOT DO WHAT I DID. It was horrible, we did not meet Santa Claus, my children were sad and cranky and I felt a little bit like a frantic frazzled failure of a mother. I was totally unprepared for the throngs of people, and I do mean masses, that apparently had the same idea I had. So our afternoon that started out like this …
|My sweet little elves!|
Ended up like this.
|Extremely pissed off.|
Thankfully, I have access to modern technology and while we were stuck in absolutely the Worst Traffic Ever I was able to order a pizza and pick it up on our way home. And since I have little boys who love to eat, their crankiness was quickly resolved.
Admittedly, I hit a mothering low today during an epidose where a crazy nutjob zoomed around our car, cut us off and then had the audacity to flip me the bird. And I immediately without thinking flipped HER off and yelled “EFF YOU!!!” before snapping out of it and remembering there were children in my car and then I got very quiet for a really long time.
I blame it on the pregnancy hormones. And the stress. There was a screaming kid in the car. We were in gridlock. WE DIDN’T GET TO SEE SANTA. So I forgave myself, and now I’m just kind of hoping that everyone can forget and never, ever do “what Mommy did that one time in the Worst Traffic Ever.”