Have you ever felt like you are the star of your own comedy?
I have had a few of those moments recently. I love how the Lord never allows me to get too confident in my role as a mom. Because as soon as I do, it is downhill!
Monday night the girls had a skate party for their school. Jason had tickets to the Belmont (his alma mater) Lipscomb game, which is a BIG deal. Mostly a big deal for those who attended Belmont or Lipscomb, but you get my point! He wanted to go, so he asked Sully and Kristi to come watch Bradley so I could take the girls. Let me just say, in all honesty, I was not thrilled with the prospect of taking this task on ALONE. I really didn’t want to go AT ALL, but the girls were SO EXCITED, so I decided this was one of those things, you just get over and go with it.
Within the first 20 minutes, all I could hear in my head, was “he so owes me for this.”
Not my best wife moment. I get so tired of the “keeping score” that goes on in marriages and I am trying to not “tally the points” of who has gotten their way more.
I don’t want my kids to think I am resentful of the time Jason gets to go and have fun or that he feels that when I am out with friends. As long as we are serving one another, it ALL EVENS OUT!
There is my marriage counseling for the day.
Now, back the skating rink. Please realize that Parker has skated all of 2 times before and Emery has never had 4 wheels on her feet. It takes a good 10 minutes to get laced up and no, I did not put on skates. I could skate with the best of them back in 7th grade, Bon Jovi playing in the background. Ahh, fond memories, but I knew better than to put all of us on wheels.
We ease out onto the rink and legs are flying within SECONDS of hitting the wood. Please realize that parents are lined up all around the rink and you feel like all eyes are on you as I am trying to keep both girls up, smile, speak in a sweet tone, teach them how to skate and offer words of encouragement as they bust it. No really, all I was doing was getting out, “hol it, wait, em one, wait Parker, short steps, Em get up, parker, u okay?” One would start to go down, and then the other, then she would maintain some balance, and the other one starts doing the splits. And, seriously, how do you teach someone to skate? We made it all of 10 feet and I am thinking, “Jesus, Come, PLEASE, COME, NOW!!” Finally, Kara, who is in my small group, had SWEET MERCY, on me, and took Emery around with her. I don’t think she could take watching me crash and burn, right before her eyes!
Each circle they got a little better, but we sure do have a long way to go!
Of course, as soon as we get in the car, I text Jason, that I have just had one of the worst parenting experiences, EVER. By the time he got home and I started telling him, he is doing all he can to not laugh at me. I was honestly trying not to laugh, either, because I was not happy with him. But, we both did end up laughing.
Because, I would have laughed if I would have seen me, I have no doubt about it!