You ever have those times where you think you should get the worst mom award? I had one of those last week. My son, eleven, got dropped off at home from school, just to find that the door was locked and his key and his phone were in the house. And none of the stay-at-home neighbors had stayed at home that day. And it was 17 degrees.
I drove up an hour later to find him sobbing, crying ice cubes as he told me later. He’d kept himself busy trying to pick the lock with a stick, opening the garage to see if he could start the barbecue, kicking snow off the porch.
This one was sort of his fault. He knew to the keep the key in his backpack, but remembering is not a strong suit of Asperger’s kids. And if I’d thought about it, I’d have left the side door open. But with my daughter in the hospital with a juvenile arthritis flare up, I’m not thinking too clearly either.
It did remind me of another epic Mom fail when my son was a preschooler and we were living in Arizona also involving keys and locks.
It was about seven years ago. We had just finished returning books to the library, the last on a long list of errands that day, and had gotten back into the minivan….
More to come next week. Anybody else want to share memorable epic Mom fails?