Yup, that's me, Mother of the Year. Actually, that would be Idiot Mother of the Year.
First, I had Kendra memorize the wrong verse for school this week. Not a huge deal since it's still the Word of God and we talked about the meaning of the verse. But, the poor kid got a zero on her Bible recitation today because her eejit of a mom wrote the wrong verse on the dry erase board this week.
Second, I screwed up by teaching Kendra's friend Madelyn the wrong verse, too, when she was at our house on Thursday. (Sorry, Amy! I sure hope you were able to re-teach her the correct verse before school on Friday.)
Third, I just realized that my second child doesn't have a baby book. Or maybe she does and I just have no clue where it is. I came across David's baby book today and realized that I've only filled in a few pages. Then I unearthed Kendra's which is quite detailed until she was 18 months and sweet Caelyn arrived. And then I spent an hour trying to remember if I had ever filled in baby book pages for Caelyn. And the sad, sad thing is -- I really can't remember. I have vague memories of thinking about what I might write in her book, but I'm not sure the words ever made it onto paper.
So, the guilt-ridden mom made a stop at Babies R Us tonight and picked out a super-cute, very girly baby book for my 5-1/2 year old daughter. Yup, that's me. Mother of the Year.
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Okay, so this is the year of the caught up baby book. I finished my two oldest, but am nowhere close on 3 or 4. And 3 asked this week about it. *GUILT*!!
So I'll commit to doing theirs while you do yours and we can get these monkeys off our backs.
Re: the wrong verse - it's a little disheartening to me that the teacher allowed nothing for motive and intent here, not to mention effort. I mean, we're not talking high school, right? Seems like poor judgement to punish the child for what was obviously not her fault...
Actually, I'm going to email the teacher and request a do-over. Volunteer moms listen to the Bible verse out in the hallway, and Friday's volunteer didn't have the notebook or a Bible on hand. So, I'm thinking Kendra deserves a second chance. (Quite frankly, I like the verse I had her memorize better. She memorized Proverbs 28:14, and we had some great discussions about hardening your heart to God. But the real verse was Proverbs 28:13, which has some mighty big vocabulary for a 7-year-old. Still, I'm a rule-follower, so I feel bad.)
I'm off to search for Caelyn's possible non-existent baby book one more time. If I can't find it today, I'm going to start filling in the new one. Of course, my mom never filled in more than 3 pages in my baby book, either. I was the third child in three years, you know.
I'm cracking up, not at your misfortune, but because I can totally see myself in your shoes.
I agree that she should have a second chance at her memory verse. And those pesky baby books! Why do we obsess over something that causes us all such guilt?!
I'm a firstborn, with a pathetic excuse for a baby book that my mom did for me. Yet, I really don't mind a bit. I mean, really, does it matter in the grand scheme of life when I got my first tooth, or on what day I learned to walk?
So WHY do I spend so much energy kicking myself over my kids' baby books?? Let me know if anyone solves this mystery. It seems to be an epidemic.
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