Every time I think I have it all together and I am rocking this mom stuff I get reminded by my teenager of how off the mark I am.
Apparently my ability to incorrectly mate socks is a sign that I am not getting this whole mom thing down.
I made the grievous error of mating two Nike Elite socks as a large and an extra large. You can stop reading for a moment if you need to say a silent prayer for me. How could I have been so blind? That must be at least a ten on the neglect meter. There is probably a direct hotline to Child Protective Services just for Nike Elite mishaps like these. I mean really after I paid 16.00 a pair for them the least I could do is show them the respect of getting them mated correctly.
I know it was a huge mistake. (I am hanging my head in shame as I type) I must confess that there are times after working all day healing the sick my eyes are tired and I just can reach the level of perfection that being a mom of a young prince requires.
It was a very tragic scene on Friday. There was a chance that he would have to wear burgundy and white socks instead of white and burgundy socks. Can you imagine how upsetting it was to find out my child was going to have to endure such a horrific choice? Not since Sophie had to choose a child to get on the train has there been such drama and angst.
I have decided my punishment for this crime should be that I am no longer given the sock mating privilege. I know what you are thinking. “Isn’t that harsh? shouldn’t I be given a second chance?”
No. I am prepared to face the music. From this date forward I will place all the socks in a basket and Michael can mate them correctly.
I will sacrifice so that he never has to face the hardship of not having the right color and size of sock. Maybe I am not such a bad mother after all.