A Slice of Life
Get up, get ready, kiss the kiddos and head off to work.
I usually get home at around 6:30 and today was no different. Out of 5 kids, only the 2 little ones greet me when I walk in the door. The other 3 come strolling around usually when they are hungry or need help with homework. So when I got home today and didn’t see my son, I didn’t think anything of it, I just figured he was in the basement as usual.
After a lovely bubble blowing session with my 2 and 4 yr old, I decided to head on upstairs. As I walk into my bedroom the phone rings. It’s my husband (he works out of state).
“Dee, where’s your phone?” He asks me in a fairly high-pitched voice.
I told him that I didn’t have it with me, it was charging in my bathroom.
Well, he proceeds to tell me, “Jonathan (our son.. The one I thought was in the basement) is ready, go pick him up!”
WTH???? OMG!!!! I just realized that he went to a football game at school and it was over at 7:00.
By this time it was well passed 730.
I checked my phone so I could text him back, but of course I didn’t plug the cord in far enough so the darn thing was completely dead. I grabbed my purse and rushed downstairs to drive to the school.
Now a normal person wouldn’t worry, just plug the phone in to the car charger and all would be well. No, not this girl. A fuse is blown in my car so none of my outlets work! (Panic starts to set in). It only takes me about 5 minutes to get to the school… and thank goodness tonight was “club night ” so my son wasn’t alone.
I drive around for about 5 minutes looking for my son, wondering should I go inside and bum an outlet to charge my phone just enough so I could text him and find out where he was?
Then, of course, I realize I was in such a rush to get out the door, I forgot my shoes.
As I’m debating whether or not to make that walk of shame trip to the office, I spot my son waving – his hands in the air running over to the car yelling “Mom, Mom!”
Oh, thank goodness. A feeling of relief rushed over me, so glad I didn’t have to walk in the office barefoot. Lol. Needless to say my son was not very happy with me, nor was I happy with myself.
His first words were, “Mom I texted you like 18 times, the game was over at 7.”
And he did.. 18 messages, plus 10 phone calls. I don’t think I have ever felt that horrible in my life.
Does it make me a bad mother that I forgot about my son like that?? This situation was mild to say the least but it could have been so much worse.
All I can say is I am glad it all worked out and I will definitely be checking the basement for my boy when I get home from now on.
By: Deanna “McCrazy” Wolverton