Mom Suicide.

The girls at church already heard this story so sorry for the repeat. But I thought the rest of you would appreciate this.

I have a BUSY weekend and week ahead of me so I'm not sure how much I'll be blogging but I thought I'd end this week on a funny note.

My week has been less than perfect. I usually am very on top of things with regards to Mia's school activities. You simply MUST check their folder everyday or you could end up marking yourself as looser mom of the year with one small slip up like sending her in an orange shirt on green day.

Fortunately this is not a color issue and although I came to my senses at the last moment I almost committed mom suicide for sure. Well, mom suicide of a child who goes to a Southern Baptist pre-school anyway.

Picture a morning gone wrong. Slept too late, Jules is crying and following me around wanting to be held, I need to make Mia's lunch, find her something decent to wear for picture day, iron Levi's clothes, and get Jules ready to go in like 30 minutes. Feeling a little bit stressed.

I get most of it done except Jules is not ready and I have no make-up on and have done nothing with my hair but I do have a bra on and clothes.

Well, I realized I hadn't checked Mia's folder. And guess what? It's recycle day. I need to send two empty and clean soda cans to school with her. I don't have soda cans. I look in the fridge anyway and I have two nice shiny beer cans in the fridge. I don't drink beer nor does Levi but I make beer bread when I go to a gathering or to a friends house for dinner so I keep a few cans around. Not that it matters but it sort of does in this case. Just like a good Baptist. Excusing my beer in the fridge away.

Here's the dilemma: I could stop and get two cans on my way but I'm already running late. If I'm late then I have to take Mia in and I can't just drive up and drop her off. Well that would be fine if I didn't look like death made over and if Jules didn't have one pigtail on one side of her head and one on top of her head and the rest of her hair sticking out in every direction. She also had pj's on (not cute ones) and breakfast on her face and a diaper full of tee-tee. OR I could just not send any and scar her for life b/c she didn't have cans on recycle day. OR I could just send the beer cans.

What is one to do? Send beer cans with my 4 year old to her Southern Baptist Pre-school or go get coke cans and have to go inside and humiliate myself. Um. Well take beer cans for $200.

I dumped all the beer and rinsed them and put them in her backpack.

Off to school we go.

It was literally ONE car away from Mia's teacher who just so happen to be one of the one's getting them out of the cars and I suddenly came to my senses. I grabbed the backpack and took the cans out and stuffed them under my seat (oops...they are still there...I should take care of that) and I took a dollar bill out of my wallet.

When Mrs. Diggs came to get Mia I just confessed and asked her if she could please buy Mia a couple of Cokes for recycle day. She said she thought they had extras but just in case she took the money.

Of course they have extras.

For looser mom's like me.

I don't want to be the loser mom who needs the "extras".