I’ve seen posts floating all over the blogosphere lately where mommy’s tell how they’re the worst mothers ever…
And to those posts I laugh…Bwahaha! Surely you all didn’t think you were a worst mother than me?
I take the prize on being the worst mommy ever….and here is the story in which I shall get my trophy…
A couple of weeks ago, on Labor Day actually, I was getting ready to take the kids to the museum….because I’m an awesome mom that way….
Eric popped in from a break in catering for a few minutes before we left and this is the conversation we had…
“Babe” says Eric “Where’s Brooke?”
“I don’t know, probably playing dolls in the bedroom”
And then I went about my business cleaning the kitchen*.
Meanwhile, Eric and the three big kids roughhoused in the living room….
All of a sudden…
It was the doorbell….
Eric goes to answer and who’s there? It’s our neighbor holding Brooke!
Yup…Brooke took my keys, went out to the driveway, and tried to get into the van….because duh! It was time to go to the museum!
Luckily, my neighbor was outside then, saw Brooke, scooped her up and brought her home…though she thought it was very funny that when she tried to take the keys from Brooke my little escapee refused to give them up!
Yup…my baby got outside and I didn’t know it….methinks it’s time for a home security system….she is one crafty little girl!
So Eric thanked the nice lady for bringing us our child back and the next day I baked her a I’m Not a Crackhead Mom Cake. Luckily, she’s cool and told me about she one time lost her son at the mall when he was three…
Gah! Who else has lost a kid?