Today, I was a boss mom. I mommed hard. I mommed the shit out of today. Take that FriYay! I woke up with the intention that on my “day off,” I would have lunch with Boy #3 at school as a belated birthday treat–tagging along, of course Boy #4 and Baby Girl. After lunch, I would have plenty of time to swing by and pick up my Grannie from my mom’s house and watch her until my mom was off work. Plans and kids are like water and oil, they do not mix well.
My plans took a change, when I saw an email from my son’s teacher inviting all parents to join the picnic lunch after the field trip today. I debated attending the picnic, for a hot sec, knowing I had other obligations for the morning. In addition, the field trip location was across town and Boy #2 did not know his teacher had invited parents to join in the picnic fun. Great excuses to tell myself no.
Just when I had given myself permission to skip the picnic Boy #2 sweetly asks me, as we are leaving to go to the bus stop, “Mom, when will you volunteer in my class or volunteer to go on a field trip?” Insert mom guilt. I am not one to succumb to mom guilt easily. I don’t volunteer in the classroom or go on field trips because I have to find childcare and give up my one “free day.”
I talk myself into “I can do it all.” I can go to lunch with Boy #3, pick my Grannie up early, and head across town in time for the field trip picnic with a baby and a preschooler in tow. Easy enough. Well, as always the plan was excellent and easy in my head, not reality.
I load my youngest two in the car, buckle car seats, buckle myself up, and as I pull out of the driveway I say a prayer. I pray for patience and to be the best mom I can be today, whatever comes my way. I make my way to the Golden Arches to pick up a special lunch, only to be told they are still only serving breakfast at 10:25am. No biggie. Bacon egg and cheese biscuit it is. We roll into the school parking lot with five minutes to spare. Or so I thought.
After standing in the hall near the cafeteria for fifteen minutes, I realize I must be early. Wow, fifteen minutes early, hell yeah! #momwin. I think to myself, “his class will be coming around the corner at any moment.” Meanwhile, Boy #4 is racing the stroller up and down the hall and I am talking to passing teachers I adore. Okay, not a bad way to kill time. Fifteen more minutes pass. The meltdowns from Baby Girl and Boy #4 are only moments away. Trying to prevent a full meltdown we venture to the office and I ask what time Boy #3’s class has lunch. I was way early, an hour early. We are just going to call it like it is, a mom who did not know her kid’s lunchtime. Burn. Ouch.
The baby is fussy, Boy #4 is asking to just go wait in the car. Patience I pray. I breathe. As we are walking to the car, I am pondering how I can detour this roadblock in my plan and get back on the right path? Meanwhile, I buckle the younger two into their car-seats and put the stroller back into the trunk of the van. As I am putting the stroller away, I sit the Golden Arches bag on the sidewalk. I drive off with the bag still sitting on the sidewalk.
By the time I realize I forgot the food, I am halfway to my mom’s house. I felt myself about to lose it. Why?! This is nothing to feel defeated by. Patience I pray. I breathe. I know I will not have time to pick up Grannie, grab more food, be on-time to the lunch I was originally an hour early for; and, an added bonus I run into road construction. Deep breath.
As I am practicing my yoga breathing, it dawns on me, the solution to my problem; I will just check Boy #3 out from school and haul ass across town to Boy #2 picnic, stopping on the way to grab a new special drive-thru lunch for Boy #3. Smiling as I have a new plan, I roll into my mom’s driveway, barely stopping to say hello to my step-dad. I hurry him along as he helps my Grannie into the front seat of the van.
We peel out of my mom’s neighborhood. My dear Grannie holds onto the “oh shit handle” (Google it) with her dear life. I look over and ask, “does it feel like a roller coaster ride?” She smiles and I smile back. I pull into school, yet again, with five minutes to spare. On the sidewalk I see my Golden Arches bag glowing in the sun. God loves me. I tell Grannie to sit tight with the kiddos as I grab my bag of grub and go check Boy #3 out from school.
Boy #3 is all smiles. He gives me the best hug. Totally worth every hectic moment so far. We get in the van and he eats his special lunch (well breakfast really) and slurps on the large O.J. I also bought. Please drink it slowly because we are not stopping to pee, I warn. I GPS the fastest route to Boy #2’s field trip picnic. Grannie and I try to have a conversation through the blaring sound of the DVD playing in the background, as well as the fact my poor Grannie, bless her, is suffering from dementia. She is a trooper enduring all this chaos with me.
We arrive at Boy #2’s picnic only five minutes late. We all exit the van and make our way to the picnic area. As we walk up, Boy #2 is totally surprised, the expression on his face is priceless. He embraces me with a hug that makes all the chaos of getting to this moment worth it. We all enjoy the moment. I breathe. It is only 12:30 p.m. I breath for the day I have already had and the day that awaits me.
I could vent on and on about how Baby Girl learned how to scream on the ride home; how I looked at Grannie and said, “I wish I had a hearing aid like you so I could turn my hearing off;” the fights the boys had over screen time later in the day; the tantrums I breathed through; the mean words shared throughout the house; and, the fact I probably should not enjoy wine so much. However, I spend most of my days beating myself up over the negative parts of the day. No more. No more negative mama drama. I owned this Friday! We need to focus on all the positive things we do as mothers, not our shortcomings. So how were you a boss mom today?