Mother of the Year

Anyone that knows me knows that when a sentence starts out with "Mother of the Year", something awful is about to follow. I forgot Rebecca at church. Now, I didn't make it out of the parking lot, but if I hadn't talked to Ron on the phone I would have. Don't send me hate mail, I feel bad enough. Let me take you back in time before the "incident." I was up quite late on Friday and exhausted from a busy week. Saturday morning I got up and ready to roll at the fine hour of 7AM. Six short hours of sleep...darn. So I drag myself through the day being productive with house work, laundry, heck I even made a full dinner meal before Ron left for work so he could take it with him. He closed Saturday so the evening activities were all up to me. I got all the the kids showered and church clothes picked out and everyone was in bed. I check the calendar and realize that I have to teach the two-year old Sunday School class in the morning. I do a little scrapbooking and wait for Ron to get home at 11PM. Then I hear it...a horrible barking, wet cough coming from Ryan's room. He is burning hot, and coughing that scary cough and he is wide awake. I put him back to bed after I get him set up with some Tylenol and a humidifier. I spend some time with Ron and when I go check on Ryan he is still awake. I ask if he's OK and he, being the sweetest sick kid ever, says, "Yes, mommy, I OK!" I go to bed at which case it is now 1AM and I sleep for one entire hour. I wake to Ryan calling my name and saying all kinds of weird things. I pick him up and he says he's hungry. So downstairs we go and we remain WIDE AWAKE until 5:30AM! When I can no longer stand it, I take him upstairs to my bed and he falls asleep right up against me. I have literally about 1/4" of the mattress now. I do my best to fall asleep. I tell Ron that he can't be my "helper" in Sunday school because Ryan can't go. Ron asks if I care if he goes to first service and then we'll meet with the children and I can teach the Sunday school for second service. I don't mind and off he goes. Now the plan is that I will drive to the church, Ron will come out and take Ryan and Rebecca home with him. Reagan will be my helper for the Sunday school. After church is done we will race home because Ron has to get to work. Upon pulling up to the church, my awesome husband has a cup of coffee for me in hand, made just right! Now Rebecca doesn't want to go home, she really wants to go to Sunday School. Well what kind of a parent says, "No you can't go to church!" So I change my mind and tell her OK she can go. I drop her off, Reagan and I run upstairs and do our thing. Had a great time with the kids...what a great age group. So time is ticking and parents are taking forever to pick up their kids. Ron calls and is like, "Are you almost done??" Finally I get the last kid off to a parent and Reagan and I run out the door. We are so late I am meeting Ron at a McDonald's so he can be on his way. The parking lot after second service is a nightmare. It takes a good ten minutes to get out of it. So I am waiting in line and call Ron to tell him I am just trying to get out of the parking lot. That's when he says, "how was Rebecca's class? Was it the normal one that she usually attends?" to which I reply, "shut up, she's with you." Imagine my panic when through the fog of my brain our change of plans becomes crystal clear and I realize that my daughter is sitting in the Sunday school room with no parent picking her up. I drive like a crazy person out of the car line and try to be patient as I hear Reagan in the back saying, "OH MY GOSH MOM!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU FORGOT REBECCA!!!" Now I didn't realize until Ron pointed it out later, that Reagan didn't remember her either...but alas it's not really her job to make sure I have all the children. So we run into the church and Reagan's says as loud as possible, "Rebecca, MOM TOTALLY FORGOT YOU!" The Sunday school man looks at me and tries to say something nice like, "it happens when you have two parents picking up kids." Did I mention that there was Rebecca sitting alone on a bench looking at the floor all sad??? Ugh. My poor baby girl. Anyway, I apologize over and over again and she of course forgives me. Now I am even more late to meet Ron and I decide that because I am such a great Mom the least I can do is get the kids McDonald's for lunch. I guess this will just have to be one more session of therapy I have to pay for when my kids get older.