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I’m the World’s Worst Mother

So it turns out, I am the worst mom on the planet.  Or at least, that seems to be what my daughters want the otuside world to believe.  Kinda like this lady.  Remember her?

Today is my prime example.  I get up at 6:45am and as usual, my girls are getting ready for school.  Now anyone with children knows what a hectic time this can be.  Making sure papers are signed, lunches are made, everyone is dressed, teeth brushed, etc. 
Innocently enough, I ask my daughter Shelby (10 yrs) where her coat is. 

“I forgot it at school.”

How this is even possible when it is 20 degrees outside is beyond me.  When you walk outside in that temperature, you automatically ebgin to shiver, rub your arms to stay warm.  You’d think you would notice the missing layer at that point. But, Shelby can be a bit scattered, so this is not a huge shock.

“Ok, where is your backup coat? The one from last year,” I ask.

“I lost it last week.”

“You mean to tell me you have no coat at all???”

“No, but I got my sweatshirt.” She holds up a red sweatshirt with a zip front.”

“If you don’t bring your coat home tonight, you are grounded.  You can’t go around without a coat, Shel, it’s winter!”

After some pre-teen grumbling, she says, “I’ll bring it home, I promise.”

Then teenage daughter, Caey comes upstairs ready to roll out the door.  Her coat, you ask?  The thin windbreaker she got for volleyball.

“Where the heck is your coat.  You can’t go out like that?”

“I can’t find it. Haven’t seen it since last winter.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Nope. I looked downstairs. It isnt there.”

“Just great.”

Now they are both standing at the bus stop with either no coat or a windbreaker waiting for the bus in the howling winter winds. I can hear the teachers and bus driver now.

“Doesn’t your mother know you don’t have a coat?  Are you that poor?  Does she know it’s 20 degrees?”

Yup, worst mother ever…. that’s me.

So ask me what I did at lunch today?  Yup, that’s right.  Mom went to Target and bought two new winter coats, a pair of snowpants for the lil one, and some hats and mittens. 

The irony here?  I would be willing to bet at this time next week, I will be having the same morning conversation and watching my unorganized, half-dressed daughters standing at the bus stop in little but their clothing and wondering how I became sush a sorry excuse for a parent.

*Sigh* Happy Winter everyone!