It’s high time I posted some #momfail humor! First, a little background info… I have an amazing mother-in-law, Anne. My hubby and I are blessed with great in-laws that get along with us and get along together. (It makes holidays and birthdays MUCH easier that way.)
Anyway, one afternoon Anne came over to our house to help us get our laundry under control. (Laundry is our #1 parenting plight. In a family of 4 clotheshorses, we are constantly drowning in either dirty or clean-but-not-yet-folded clothes.) Anne and I were sitting in the floor of EK’s bedroom, folding her clothes and stuffing them into drawers. Hubby was cleaning the kitchen, with J in his bouncy seat in the floor. EK was running around the house, bringing toys from one room into another and back again. Anne was being her sweet, encouraging self, and telling me what a good job parenting Hubby and I were doing (oh, just wait). She was saying how compassionate and obedient EK is, and all sorts of other sweet things about Hubby and me.
After a few very productive minutes of chatting and folding, I realize it’s too quiet. Parents of toddlers, I’m sure you’re all cringing right now because you know what that means. All of a sudden, I hear a huge thud – like a noggin hitting the floor – and EK cries out. I rush to the hallway, and see her lying on the floor… the wet floor. Now, my first thought is a spilled glass of water; Hubby and I are sometimes bad about leaving our water glasses within reach. I scoop her up to my chest and comfort her, ask her where she hurts, etc. Upon inspection, I realize that there are little pieces of wet, white stuff on her clothes and on the floor. Then I follow the trail… to the bathroom… and to the toilet. And then I gasp. I manage to maintain calm (sort of). I assess the toilet situation as way too full to flush (the better part of a roll of toilet paper was inside), so I call on Hubby to take care of the bathroom. I take off EK’s clothes. I take off my clothes (because I’ve been clutching her sniffling self to my chest, and am now covered in toilet water). I look down the hallway, and see a trail of water and mushy toilet paper leading to the kitchen. Where in the kitchen, you ask? Why, with my then 3-month-old son in his bouncy seat, of course. Hubby says, “I saw her playing with him, but didn’t realize she was wet!” Codswallop, in my opinion (forgive me that HP reference). After we are showered, floors are cleaned, and naps are in progress, I have a good laugh with Anne. There I had been, glowing with pride as my success as mother is praised, as my toddler played in the toilet, trailed the water all over the house, and then slipped in it. It felt like an epic #momfail, but then again, everyone is fine and we have a hilarious story to tell.
I want to hear about your most recent #momfail too!