I had thrown the flyer away. No matter. Of course I was going to be there. As if there were anything else going on on this planet that could keep me away! So, I didn’t need to mark it on the calendar. I would be there. I promised.
And then I wasn’t.
I wasn’t there. Not because I decided that watching Yo Gabba Gabba reruns then heading out to buy toilet paper was more important. But because I didn’t write it down. No, I didn’t even look at the date. Why would I? Wouldn’t most mom’s assume that the Parent/Student Thanksgiving Lunch at the Elementary School would be the last day before Thanksgiving break?
And when a teacher (and fellow mom) called me so that over the phone I could help quiet my squalling twins…..well…..I wanted to cry right along with them. I FAILED MY BABIES IN THEIR HOUR OF NEED! Okay, so it was really only 30 minutes of need. And probably not life altering need. But it sure felt that way to their fragile Kindergarten minds and my aching heart.
I was attacked as my doors were ripped open in the carpool line. “Mom! Where were you? You missed the Thanksgiving Feast!”
As if we hadn’t already pointed that out on the phone earlier. And now the teachers were there to glare at this horribly neglectful poor excuse for a stay-at-home-mom! And wouldn’t you know…..”Everybody else’s mom was there!” All of their friend’s moms, the bad kid who goes to the Principal’s office 3 times a day’s mom, and even the glue eating homely kid with mismatched holey shoes and a mullet’s mom!
But not their Mom!
I think I was demoted 12 rungs on the PTO sorority ladder that day. Maybe it was my imagination, but the twins had made sure every parent in the cafeteria that day knew that their sorry Momma missed Thanksgiving. And…”No! She doesn’t work!,” the twins added when one other Mom made a last ditch effort to offer me an excuse.
Never mind that the next week I baked 44 homemade cupcakes for their birthday. 22 per classroom since they are separated. I even added cool little skateboards and star shaped sprinkles on top. Surprised them both in the cafeteria with lunch from Chick-fil-a. No one else’s mom was there. (And I made sure to point that out too.)
Oh but I’m ready for you now, Lunch Ladies! You go ahead and plan turkey dinner 2 days earlier than sounds reasonable. Hell, lets have turkey for Halloween. We can hunt eggs next week if you want! I’m onto your little games of pruning the PTO tree!
I’m checking backpacks already for that shifty little flyer you’re going to try and slip past me. But I’ll be there. You bet your peas and cubed carrots, I will!
This post is in response to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop prompt: ”A mom fail moment.”