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    Wednesday, February 11, 2009

    On Being a Good Mom

    We all know I'm in the running for mother of the year, right? I'm pretty sure I'll win after this one.

    The other day, I was back and forth and back and forth at neighbor Kate's house, in a futile attempt at perfecting our latest business venture. This back and forthing meant there were a few moments here and there when Gretta and Maggie were home alone. Not a big deal, since I was literally across the street. Like, driveway to driveway across the street. I just don't worry.

    Well, as I was leaving Kate's house, the friendly AT&T man was walking through the neighborhood, and gave me a friendly wave. I waved back, because I'm nice like that.

    Turns out, friendly AT&T guy had just come from my house, where Maggie answered the door, and promptly told him that she was home alone babysitting her little sister.

    Of course this was shocking to him, since he has no idea how good of a mom I am, and that I would never leave my kids alone for more than, oh, a few hours. Not. Kidding, kidding, people. But he did proceed to tell my other neighbor Nancy that her next door neighbor had her kids home alone. She was shocked by this, because I still have her fooled.

    But seriously, I was gone a total of like 5 minutes. And my kids of been given strict instructions not to open the door to anyone, or answer the phone, unless it's someone they know and trust. So really, is it my fault or theirs? Kidding again.

    This does frighten me a little. Not enough to make me paranoid, but I guess I need to have another good sit down talk with the kids about what to do when mommy is across the street. You know, stranger danger and all that.

    Anyway, I'm certain the word is out that I'm a finalist in the mother of the year contest, and hopefully this puts off any unfit contenders, cause I have a spot all cleared off on my mantle for that award.

    *and as I write this post, my dear daughter is watching a Roseanne marathon. Yep.
    *and here is a funny post I read about leaving your kids in the car. The comments are top-notch. You should totally read it, and the comments.


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    8 Response(s):

    Kate said...

    Oh my gosh!! I laughed the whole time that I read that and I already knew about it! What would you do without a neighbor like me??

    siteseer said...

    You really don't think you winning any awards for this do you lol. We all have done things that we thought we had covered...and you know what...we were covered. God is everywhere and he's saved my a** several times when I thought I was being totally responsible lol. Just say a little prayer thanking Him for covering you - and if you're like me it's 'again'.

    Kathie said...

    Oh if DCFS knew all the things we do we'd all be in court! How did we ever survive as children? Do you remember riding in the back of your dad's truck in LAWN chairs up deer hunting? Or riding the 3-wheelers by ourselves at oh 10 years of age? I can't believe we made it to 12 let alone 30 something!!!

    Kathie said...

    Oh as to your question--where are we moving? I have no idea. I would love to come live by you we would have so much fun! We are looking around here, quieter street I hope. I'm not holding my breath because I know it's not going to be easy to sell.

    nikkipicky said...

    Sounds like mother of the year to me. Hands down. What would the mother of the year award look like I wonder....

    nikkipicky said...

    What would we want it to be, that mother of the year award. I am really thinking now...Thats a new concept. But, really if you were awarded mother of the year, what would you want your prize to be?

    What would do it justice?

    Nurse Heidi said...

    Well, I'm your first runner up then. I left my girlies home while I went and grabbed Ethan from school, all of 3 blocks away. Maybe I should worry more. Probably not.

    grannybabs said...

    I used to dash over to a neighbor's when my little ones were asleep or down the block to watch for a child coming home from school - but then we had an earthquake in '87 and I freaked - what if that happened when I was gone?

    I could never bring myself to do it again - although by then I had older kids as in teens, so I could leave them home with them.

    (And at that earthquake in '87, 10 year old Phoebe handled it better than I did!)