Momma guilt

This morning Tc had a huge meltdown.

Over poop.

He had an upset tummy and ended up getting poop on his hand when wiping. Which led to a huge cryfest. I told him "Hey it's okay, we all get poop on us sometimes!"

I helped wash him up and told him to wash his hands really well.

I went back in the bathroom to see he had thrown a new, unused roll of toilet paper in the toilet.

And I lost it! I went into a tirade about how we "don't waste" and that was not necessary to throw a whole unused roll of toilet paper into the toilet.

He cried and felt so bad. Then I felt so bad.

He said, "I am going to run away and get a new family and a new life."

Oh the drama.

So I held him and told him I was sorry for getting upset and if he ever runs away I will cry and cry. And afterwards he said, "Okay mom, you forgive me and we are friends?"

My answer, "Of course. We are best buddies!"

I officially suck

I am so not mother of the year. Today was early release.
I did not forget. I was getting my shoes on when the cell phone rang in the other room. It was the bus barn saying they tried to drop TC off but I wasn't there. UGH.
I tried to call but nobody answered, I had to call the special needs dptmt of the school and they transferred me to another lady who said she would call me back.

By this time I am practically in tears.
Then Sara texted me wondering where I was.
Shoot...I forgot I was supposed to get her after getting TC.
Normally she rides the bus.

Finally I got a call saying TC would be delivered to the bus barn after the driver completed her route.
I waited a few minutes at the bus barn for him.
He wasn't upset but I sure was!

I deserve the mother of the year award..not!