Do you ever do something that you feel is probably really little, but to you, it’s actually a big thing? And then afterwards, you realize you weren’t quite so put together as you had thought?
That happens to me more often than I could tell you.
Recently, I had to take the dog to the vet for a checkup. Usually I arrange it so that Nate is home to watch the kids. I might bring Nathan or Emily, but I try to leave the little boys at home. It’s sooo much easier that way.
Around that time, things were pretty busy and I had to schedule the checkup on a day when Nate couldn’t watch the kids. That meant I had to bring all four of them along, plus the dog.
Here’s the thing. You would think I’d be used to taking my kids everywhere all by myself. I certainly can do it, but it’s the rare occasion when I actually do. With two little boys who are 18 months apart and very active, it’s far easier and quicker to leave them home with dad.
So back to the vet visit. There’s a pet store near the vet where we get our tropical fish. It’s a small mom-and-pop business and they take really good care of their animals. The kids always love to look at the many marine fish tanks and the various small animals, reptiles, and birds. It’s fun.
I told the kids that if they behaved at the vet, we would go to the pet store. Not in a bribe-kind-of-way, but more in a “If you don’t behave, you’re going to wear me out and I won’t have the energy to take you to the pet store.” Very simple. And they were all pretty good at the vet’s. So we went to the pet store.
I brought everyone in, we looked around, and even picked out a few new cory catfish to bring home to our fish tank. I also let Nathan buy a couple cool Ghost Shrimp for the tank too. The kids weren’t perfect, but I was proud of myself because I handled it well, didn’t get upset, and the whole pet store trip went really well.
We drove back home and I was feeling pretty good about myself. I wasn’t even stressed out. Maybe I was finally getting to be Super Mom.
Then I happened to look in the mirror… I had black under one eye from my mascara running. I suddenly remembered that mid-morning, I had gotten something in my eye. So here I was thinking that I was this awesome, cool and collected mom with these four kids, who were relatively well-behaved and I had been strutting around with my makeup all over. Leave that to put me on my place! I had to laugh. What can you do?
Has anything like that happened to you?