Uh oh! There was no school this week, yay! But being away from my normal schedule (and weathering a bout of nasty stomach bug that plowed through my family. . .) I almost forgot to blog this week! Yikes, we can’t have that! So I’m pulling a busy blogger trick and presenting you something from the archives…but to assuage my guilt (yes, I have guilt about everything), I will add something new.
You’ve heard stories about harried parents leaving a child behind right? I think we have all heard those and swore to ourselves that we would never do that–until we do. Well, I confess I have done it a couple of times, sigh. It was usually just a matter of leaving one behind at a friend’s house while loading up the others…but once, horror of horrors, I actually left my daughter at a stranger’s house!
|A post about “confessions” needs a fun picture. Isn’t she adorable?|
That needs explanation, right? Here’s what happened. She was 13, and had plans to spend some time with a girl, whose family our family was well acquainted with. The father was/is my husband’s dentist. I knew the mom and other some of the children from our home school co-op. My daughter, Vienna, and my teenage boys were friends with the girl, Vienna was going to hang out with. So I felt very comfortable with Vienna spending time there.
The trouble resulted because neither Vienna or I had ever been to their house. Vienna googled their address, and I drove her over. I work graveyard shift and it was my bedtime, so I just drove her up to the house and waited while she went to the door and knocked. She was invited in and I drove away.
The battery on my cell phone was low so I turned it off to save energy for emergencies (like if I was in an accident and needed to call 911.) Meanwhile, Vienna had been invited into the house and told by the dad that “the girls are outside swimming”. So Vienna went outside and found the girls…trouble was, she didn’t know any of them! There was a misunderstanding, and she was at the wrong house. When she told them who she was trying to see, they said they got the same mix up with mail and packages all the time.
So she borrowed their phone and called me on my cell, which of course was turned off–for emergencies. Oh my. When I got home, my son met me in the driveway and told me that Vienna had called and explained the situation. I was mortified. I got the phone number and headed back to pick her up…a 15 minute drive. I was scared to death, and yet I was exhausted too.
Someday when I am on my death-bed, Vienna will probably still tease me about our phone conversation. I asked her if she was alright, was she scared? I assured her I was on my way and then said, “I am so tired.”
She says, “I was stranded at a stranger’s house and your response is you’re tired?!”
What can I say? One of my less stellar parenting moments all the way around!
Now, for my other confessions…I hope they bring you a smile…
I have gone to Dairy Queen, right after working out at the gym (I know, I know)
I love Jane Eyre but I’m bored by Jane Austen.
I would give a stranger the shirt off my back, but I wouldn’t give my last piece of chocolate to my own child…
I have a thing for rogues…I particularly love Captain Jack.
I hate the color orange. My Bishop has an orange tie and every time I see him sitting in front of the congregation wearing it, I just want to have Dart Practice!
Sometimes I listen to my music louder than my teenagers do. They are very embarrassed by this…they say it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t do it while driving a mini-van…
Don’t leave me hanging…share one of your embarrassing moments, or a confession. You’ll feel better!