Showing posts with label Bad Mommy Moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bad Mommy Moments. Show all posts

Monday, September 14, 2009

Not Me Monday


Have you done something you are not proud of this week? Were your kids out of control? Did you lock yourself in the bathroom just to get 5 minutes of alone time? Then join in the free therapy session and head over to MckMama's blog and participate in "Not Me" Monday.

This week I definitely did not let my child run around the house diaper-less to try and clear up a nasty rash.

I most certainly did not leave the room for any length of time while said baby was diaper-less. That would just be asking for trouble. I am far to smart to do something like that.

There is no way that I returned to the room to find that my angelic daughter had finger painted my carpet, chair, and herself with her own feces. Not my daughter!

I didn't gag a little (or a lot) when I had to clean up the masterpiece my daughter had created, including some "chunks" of the previous nights dinner.

And lastly, I definitely didn't finally deduce that the diaper rash culprit was in fact peaches, immediately after feeding my daughter again. Nope, I'm a much better mother than that. I pay much closer attention to her diet and what may or may not be causing problems.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Bad Mommy Moment

On Saturday I definitely had a bad mommy moment. We spent most of the day over at my parents' house for the 4th of July. I needed to lay Fiona down for a nap. She refuses to sleep in the pack-and-play, so I decided it was just easier to let her sleep in her carseat. She doesn't nap very long, so I thought I'd just stick her in that and stuck that in the middle of my parents' bed, since that was the only room we could shut the dogs out of. We didn't have a baby monitor so I was checking on her every couple of minutes, but she was sleeping just fine.

Then my Mom and I both hear blood curdling screams coming from the bedroom. I figured she just woke up and got scared not knowing where she was.

I open the door and look in the carseat ... no baby.

I look at the bed ... no baby.

There she was lying on the floor screaming her head off. I felt awful. My parents bed is pretty high, higher than most. Somehow she had gotten herself out of her carseat and off the bed. Thank God, she was mostly okay. She has a huge bump on the side of her head, but she calmed down pretty fast and was acting like herself in no time. She has definitely taught her Mommy not to leave her unattended anywhere but her crib/pack-and-play.

I am still feeling guilty about it. Just when you think you are doing okay as a parent, then your kid changes the rules of the game. I am just grateful she is okay and I've learned my lesson.