Parenting: Worst Parent of the Year
So, as you all know — this month has been the most horrific of my life. 4 weeks today marks the day my Mother became, literally, my Angel: white wings, white feathers… the whole nine. Then, last week, a friend of whom was one of my closest in middle/early high school was asked to join her in Heaven. Debbie, in all of our hearts and souls, was taken way too soon. However, God had a different plan for her. She is now serving as her husband’s, her sister’s, her brother’s, her best friends’, and her parent’s very same Angel. How blessed they are to have her protecting, and loving, them from up above.
Lots of emotions flying high these past few weeks. So high, that I made a HORRIBLE error in judgement yesterday… one which mortifies the snot out of me.
Due to the heavy heart that has grown by boulders since early April, the lack of sleep, the arduous and momentous walks down memory lane — both from my mom’s passing, and from the emotions at Debbie’s funeral in NY Monday — I literally needed to rest my heart and mind for a few seconds yesterday afternoon, when back at work hammering away on my keyboard.
However, I chose the WRONG moment to close my eyes and clear my head for a quick moment. Let’s just say that worst feeling in the world hit me like a bowling ball airborne down the alley when I opened my eyes and looked at my watch. It wasn’t a quick moment of rest as I had forecasted.
W T F ?!?!?!
Without premeditation I. accidentally. took. a. nap. AND. slept. through. picking. my. freaking. 2 youngest. kids. up. at. school. Yes, you read it correctly. Can you top that?
Picture my call to the Director of the school. Can you IMAGINE the shame and humiliation when I HAD to fess up the truth? There was not a white lie that possibly could have effectively explained why I was calling 20 minutes after the school closed… and I still had 22 minutes til I got there.
Oh, believe me, the LAST THING I wanted to do was admit this HUGE FAILURE to hubs. He is overly understanding. But not this. Not this time. I needed his help, as he could get there more quickly. Hubs works only about 8 mins. from their school; I was about 22 mins. Oh, he was PISSED.
I could go on and on with the GORY details, but it’s too torturous to continue to dig into. Clearly, my body, heart, and brain are on ridic overdrive and a quick I’ll close my eyes for a sec as my computer reboots turned into one of the most mortifying days of my life. WHO DOES THAT?
If you can “one up” me, please do. I need something to make me feel better.