I know that this will come as a huge surprise for you, but I am not a wonderful mother. Want to hear a few of my funny and slightly scary anecdotes? I knew you did.
Brendan was about 5 months old, and I had to run to the store. I was a mile or so down the road when I realized that I had left Bren asleep in his crib. I rushed home, terrified that something bad had happened in the minute or so that I'd been gone, and he was still snoozing. I called Scott at work completely convinced that I was the most horrible mother on the planet.
When Bren was 2, we lived in Atlanta. Our cocker spaniel needed to go out, and I let Bren stay inside playing. A couple of minutes later, I tried to go back inside, but Brendan had locked the door. I tried to explain how to unlock it, but he just couldn't get it. I had to call Scott to come home from work to unlock the door.
Ellas was about 3 months old when I accidentally locked myself out of our house in Leeds. Ellas was in his bouncy seat on the coffee table, and I could see him through the living room window. Crissy came from her house to unlock the door for me.
God is good to protect my children from their mother. LOL