Mommy brain — now with more Y chromosomes!
Posted
October 4, 2007 at
3:46 pm by
Prescott
As a work at home dad — or GLAAD — I get to experience some of the abstract joys of parenthood, such as walking the kids to school on a sunny fall day. While it doesn’t always go according to plan with the 4th grader, as we all notoriously can’t get moving in the morning, I definitely make it a point to walk the scant quarter mile to my younger son’s preschool down the street for his afternoon class. My little effort to fight childhood obesity, and one look at me can attest that I could use the exercise as well.
Today, however, was different as it was our turn to bring snack. I had overcompensated by making 10 pounds of fruit salad so we drove instead. I dropped him off, handed the giant tray to his teacher (who gave me a multi-meaning, “Oh, uh, wow!”), and headed home to try and get some work done. After a while, I remembered I needed to go to the post office. I grabbed the mail, ran outside, and immediately felt a wave of panic. OUR CAR WAS GONE.
Oh, god, my baby! My sweet, sweet car, the first new one we’ve had in 6 years! Gone! Did I park it in the street for some reason? I ran into the front yard — not there. Repossessed? Sure, I was a few days late on the last payment, but that’s not worthy of the repo man. It must have been stolen! What brazen car thief would steal a car in the middle of the afternoon on a side street in a sleepy little suburb? I’VE BEEN VIOLATED! That’s when it hit me.
I had walked home from preschool, and left the car in the school parking lot.
So I guess I got my walk in to and from (er, from and to) school after all.
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1. Rita said:
October 5, 2007 @ 8:43 am
LOL. How very WAHDish of you, though. A WAHM! would never make that misake, becasue we’d still have our keys in our hands when we handed over the fruit salad. Seriously, ask around.
2. anthromomma said:
October 5, 2007 @ 2:34 pm
I have done this twice in the past six months. Once I walked home from the train station (right past my car in the commuter lot), and just last week we walked home from a neighborhood restaurant after having driven there. We won’t even talk about the number of times I’ve locked myself out of the house taking the boy to or picking him up from the bus stop…
3. Rita said:
October 5, 2007 @ 6:41 pm
Seriously? What’s the matter with you people? I may have my faults, but at least they’re not that, lol.
4. Allison said:
October 9, 2007 @ 10:04 am
I’ve done something almost similar to that before. I let my son ride his bike to preschool one day, and we parked it next to the main door. But then, I was in town and rushing to pick him up and we got in the car and left the bike there without even realizing it. The next morning we were getting ready to go to school again, and I went outside and freaked out “Damn it! Somebody stole his bike!” I was so pissed. I called Dh “This freakin’ crime-ridden town! We need to move!”
But then I was oh-so embarrassed when we got to school in the car and saw a very familiar bike sitting next to the main door…..
5. Sherry said:
October 12, 2007 @ 10:04 am
HA!
This might make you feel better. Usually I take my oldest to school and pick her up at the end of the day and since my husband is usually working at those times, I take my youngest too.
On occasion, he’s NOT working and I’ll leave the youngest at home with him just to make life easier, especially if she’s still sleeping or the weather is crappy. I can not tell you how many times I’ve been halfway there or home and had a total panic attack thinking I had left the toddler in the school yard or left her sleeping in our home all alone. Then, just as my heart is about to burst right out of my throat, I remember she’s with my husband. DUH.
6. Allison said:
October 12, 2007 @ 4:44 pm
What a scary feeling!
OK, here’s another dumb thing I did just last momth. My son’s school had a half-day so the teachers could have a work day. I knew it was a half day because my friend’s son who’s in kindergarten wasn’t supposed to go to school because of the half day. Well, she dropped him off at a friend’s house and we were supposed to go shopping, and leave at noon. I thought 3 1/2 hours is plenty of time! Well while we were out, the school called my cell phone, and I thought ‘Oh my gosh, I hope nothing bad happened.’ Well the secretary on the phone said
“Hi This is Joyce at the Elem. school.”
“Yeah. OK. Hi.”
“It’s a half day today. K’s waiting for you.”
…braing thinking. brain calculating….
“FUUUUUUUUU—– I am SO Sorry!!!!!”
I knew it was a half day, but that’s as far as my braing thought. It forgot to continue with, “….SO DON’T FORGET TO BE THERE AT 12:30 TO GET HIM!!!!!”
Luckily my friend’s MIL was able to take him home to her house til I got there. Poor kid was waiting in the school office for a total of 45 min by the time she came.
But as I passed the school on my way to get him, I saw a man walking to a car in the school driveway and I thought ‘Oh pleeease let that be a dad who forgot his kid, too!!!!!’
7. anthromomma said:
October 12, 2007 @ 6:39 pm
[quote comment="112872"]Seriously? What’s the matter with you people? I may have my faults, but at least they’re not that, lol.[/quote]
Yeah, but at least I make chocolate cake from scratch.
8. Kelly Reising said:
October 16, 2007 @ 6:10 am
You are a girl Prescott–it’s ok though. I have decided to not ever make any food for her Kindergarten class. The whole peanut alergy thing is much more than I can take. Kindergarten is aparently life or death. Freakin weird. I might have to pull her and put in in Montissori.
K
9. SAHMmy Says said:
October 23, 2007 @ 8:57 am
Funny! I could get some serious mileage out of a story like this if my focused husband ever slipped up! In our home, Mommy Brain is reserved for the Mommy.