Mom Fail

We all make mistakes.  Some larger than others.  While Ryan was out of town for work I made a pretty big one.

It was the week of the blizzard and the girls and I had just arrived home from camping out at Nonna and Poppa's house.  Friday afternoon everyone went down for a nap (woohoo!) then we spent a quiet evening playing that ended with watching a few DVR'd shows I had missed before heading to bed.

The next morning after a pancake breakfast, the girls watched Nick Jr. while getting ready for the day.  I noticed while picking up in the kitchen that the shows were ending at kind of odd times.  The power had gone out at my parents' so I figured maybe ours had flashed, too.  No biggie.

Our afternoon was jam packed with a birthday party, soccer and dinner with a friend.  When the clocks read 2:40, I packed up the car with kids, birthday gifts, soccer stuff and made our way to Jump City.  Walking in the door we were greeted by the hostess who said, "Glad you finally made it!  Jumping is almost over though."

Say what?

"Really?  The party started at 2:45, right?  We're just a few minutes late..."

"Kristin, it's 4:00."

"No, it can't be.  Come on..."

"Seriously, 4:00."

"But soccer starts at 4:00.  Oh.my.god.the.power.must.have.gone.out.we.are.supposed.to.be.at.soccer.at.4.I.have.the.treats.this.week.gotta.go.bye!  I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!"

Got the kids back in the car and apologized profusely because you can bet that my little friend was more than disappointed that her bounce house fun just disappeared before her eyes.  And after the 500th "I'm so sorry!" Ellie finally said, "Mom, it's OK."

We missed all of warm ups but made it just in time for Ellie's soccer game to start.  On the way back home to meet my friend for dinner, I called the hostess to apologize a few hundred more times.  She told me not to worry my time telling snafu provided enough laughter for the rest of the party.

At least they were laughing.

This temporary single parent business is not for me.  My inability to tell time (at least tell that there was a significant power outage!) as well as a hatred for garbage day and taking the dog out after 10 pm makes me appreciate having a husband!

Have you had a mom fail lately?  Spill it!