As if having a 22-month-old with a broken leg wasn’t enough, get this:
Feisty, resourceful Mary Elizabeth has learned how to MacGyver her way out of her boot. It was off again this morning and after I put it back on I noticed she was limping again and she kept crying for me to pick her up. She’d been cruising along with no problem for the past week, so I was worried she’d hurt it again somehow. I told my husband to watch her and see what he thought.
I was in the other room retrieving hair clips, so I could put Rae’s hair in a ponytail (it’s such a production getting three little girls ready in the morning) when my husband called out, “Kate? Come look at this.”
I waltzed in. “Yes?”
My husband pointed to Mary’s boot. “It’s on the wrong leg.”
Sheesh. I’d actually put the boot on her strong leg so that she was having to limp around with all her weight on the left leg with the fractured tibia. We switched the boot, and all was well in her world once again no thanks to me.
Nice mom.
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Kathleen's Catholic says
I'm afraid to recount all my "loser mom" moments! After 15 years, I'm sure I have LOTS! I'm thankful God forgives all!
Caroline @ The Feminist Housewife says
*hugs*
I can only imagine how crazy it is dealing with a 22-month-old with a broken leg! Cut yourself a little slack. ; )
Kate Wicker @ Momopoly says
Thanks guys. I'm definitely a bit distracted these days as evidenced not only by the case of the mistaken leg identity but also by the numerous (now corrected, I hope) typos in this post! :-)
Roger, Michelle, Jena and Lily says
One day I have just Lily with me and when I put her in the carseat I noticed it didn't fit quite right. So I tightened it and went about my way. When I picked up Jena she asked me, "Why is Lily in my carseat?" My then 1 year old was in my 3 year old's carseat.
Kelly@inthesheepfold says
You are not a loser! Forgive me for laughing. We've all had our zinger Mommy moments.
Hang in there.
Karen says
ahh, there is not enough room on the computer to type in all the 'loser-mom' moments I have had over the past 17.5 years! Is that supposed to make you feel better? probably not, just a reminder that we are not loser moms, just very busy moms trying to do the best we can and to give thanks for observant hubbies! (like when mine discovered I had buckled the baby into the car seat and then forgot to buckle in the car seat!)
God Bless
Karen
Colleen says
Only Mary was a perfect mother!
Maybe you are helping speed up her recovery with your unusual physical therapy ;)
Melanie B says
Aw Kate, that's why God gave us husbands, to get our backs when we are distracted/ tired/ muddle-brained or otherwise do something silly.
Aubrey says
That made me laugh. Sorry! It is humorous, though. :)
Is that comparable to giving my daughter her antibiotic three times daily for two days before I figured out–thinking I was running out of it–that I was supposed to give her this dose ONCE A DAY? Is it comparable to the moment my husband put ear drops in my daughter's eye? Hmmmm….
Kate Wicker @ Momopoly says
I've so appreciated some of your anecdotes, and it's a relief to know I'm not the only mom who does things like this. Keeping a sense of humor is so important. When we put the boot on the right foot and saw that Mary was just fine and was walking well again, we all started giggling. I could not stop laughing, in fact.
As I've been reading about other parents' mishaps, it makes me think I ought to call for contributions for "muddled mom moments." Muddled sounds better than loser mom. :-)
Kris says
Oh my goodness!! If that's the worst thing you ever do as a Mom, you're doing great! My sisters and I all laugh about how our children will need so much therapy when they are older from all our Mom "moments"!!! But thanks for my own giggle for the day!
Mary says
oh, thanks for the great laugh today. I needed it. My husband laughed too – it makes me feel so much better to know other Moms have their Muddled Mom Moments!
Michelle says
Sorry, but I'm laughing.