I can’t tell you how many times it’s made me feel better to hear other moms recount their crazy stories about their kids. There’s something about knowing that it’s not just me. I’m not alone; there are others going through the same crazy stuff. When I hear their stories I think, Me Too! Yes, Me Too!
It helps me keep a healthy perspective on life and motherhood. It lifts my soul in a way nothing else can.
So, in celebration of Mother’s Day, I thought I’d share my recent crazy story with you in hopes you will have a “me too” moment as well.
It all started the day I left my job and made the decision to be a stay-at-home mom. We had decided it would be a great idea to go out for dinner to celebrate.
I pictured our kids colouring and laughing at the table while Mark and I had a chance to connect and talk about where our future was headed. I pictured us clinking glasses and “cheersing” to our future.
All of those things…. did NOT happen. Here was my reality!
Mark had to take Thea to the doctors for her semi-annual check-up. Of course as usual with specialists, they were forty-five minutes late. This left Mark irritated and not in the best of moods.
So I thought it would be a good idea to take Aven to the restaurant in advance to save a table.
Well, of course Aven was in his hyper, non-listening, non-obeying mood. I tried all my mom tactics to distract him until Mark and the other kids arrived. I tried colouring with him, I tried giving him warnings and when all else failed, I tried threatening him that I would tell daddy (normally this works but of course this day it didn’t).
I mean why would you want to colour when you could play with knives, or dump the saltshaker all over the table or stand up in the booth and make faces at the other people eating in the restaurant.
I finally gave in and busted out my phone. Put on the Knowledge Network for Kids (great app by the way) and breathed a sigh of relief.
I was exhausted by the time Mark showed up with Thea and Nyah.
By this point neither Mark nor I were in good moods. Great, I thought, so much for a nice celebratory dinner.
As we sat at the table, we gave each other that “fake smile”, you know the one you give your spouse when you’re grumpy and want to pretend that everything is fine? Yup, that’s the one!
Our food arrived and as we started eating, I could feel the happiness starting to flow. I guess both of us were a little bit “Hangry”.
Things seemed to be picking up!
We managed to get through dinner with only having to give the kids a few “eat your dinner” threats and then moved on to ice cream for dessert.
That’s about the time that IT happened.
Aven started to put his hands on his tummy and groan. Sighing, I rolled my eyes and grumbled, “What’s wrong Aven.” He just kept holding his tummy and his groan quickly turned into panic whines.
That’s when I knew we were in trouble.
Urgently, I looked and Mark and said, “Quick, I think Aven is going to puke, take him outside.” Mark stood up and grabbed him. But it was too late, Aven projectile vomited.
I’m talking all over the floor, all over Mark and all over himself. You could hear the puke hit the floor and splash every which way.
At that moment, Mark and I froze and stared at each other in shock. The entire restaurant all seemed to turn towards our direction. And for what seemed to be an eternity but was only twenty seconds, it was dead silent.
Then, out of sheer embarrassment and not knowing what else to do, I started to laugh. It started out as a nervous giggle, but the more I looked at Mark and processed what had happened, the louder and harder I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. Two minutes into it I was crying/laughing hysterically. So much so, I couldn’t stop myself.
I mean it does say in the bible that there is “a time to cry and a time to laugh” Ecclesiatstes 3:4
Well if ever there was a time, this was it!
That’s when something amazing happened. My laughter became infectious. Mark, who had a look of disgust on his face, turned a corner and started to laugh as well. It wasn’t long until other people in the restaurant joined in too. It was this very cool ripple effect of sorts.
At that point Mark was about to head into the washroom to get cleaned up but I told him to wait. “This is too good”, I said. “I have to get a picture of you first. This is perfect to share on my blog.” So being the good sport that he is, he stood there for a few more minutes while I grabbed his phone and took a picture.
Hence the picture below (you can’t see it, but the worst of it was on Mark’s back..lol)
The waitress was oh so lovely and apologized about the whole situation. I mean, really? She was apologizing for my kid puking all over their restaurant, what a kind and understanding women. I kept saying, “Don’t say sorry! We are the ones who are sorry.”
But she handled it like a champ and started to clean it up right away.
Meanwhile, Mark went to the bathroom and threw out his shirt because it was covered in puke and he didn’t want to deal with the smell. So, he ended up coming out with just his jacket on.
Next, we had to take Aven’s shirt off because it also was covered in puke. And the only thing we had to cover him up with was Thea’s jacket. So, that’s what he wore.
When Thea saw what was happening, she pointed at Aven and started to laugh. I mean, the knee slapping kind of laugh. Poor kid, he just puked and now he had to leave the restaurant in a girls pink jacket, all the while being followed by Thea pointing and laughing.
As we were leaving, a man who saw the whole thing happen, said to Mark, “Hey man you handled that really well, I’m impressed.”
We both just laughed and walked out the door.
I realized that night how important it is to laugh about these things.
This situation could have turned down a very negative path. On the drive home, Mark talked about how upset he was, but that as soon as I started to laugh, he couldn’t help but laugh too. It made the situation feel lighter and not so awful.
I mean when you have kids, it’s not a matter of IF these types of situations are going to happen; it’s a matter of WHEN. So you might as well make the best of the situation. It felt really good to laugh instead of be angry or upset.
By the way, Aven didn’t have the flu. I had given him an Orange Julius before we went to the restaurant, and then he had a full thing of chocolate milk on top of his meal and ice cream. His poor little tummy couldn’t hold it all down.
Mark said, “Why didn’t you tell me he had a whole Orange Julius drink? I wouldn’t have made him eat his entire dinner.” My answer? “I forgot. I mean, I didn’t even think about it.”
It’s hard being a mom. My brain doesn’t remember things like it used too. It makes me feel like a crazy person most days. But guess what?
It’s not my fault. And if you feel the same way I do, it’s not your fault either.
Apparently, scientists have done a study on what happens to our brains when we become moms. And they found out that we loose something called, “gray matter”, which they suspect affects memory loss and other sorts of things. More research needs to be done to determine exactly how it affects us, but it’s been proven that our brains do change!
So in essence, if you feel like you are loosing your mind, it’s because you kind of are. I don’t know if I should feel better or worse about this, but at least I know scientifically that it’s happening to all of us. It’s not just me! There is a logical reason for why I am feeling the way I’m feeling 😉
Well, that’s my story.
I hope you were able to have a few “me too” moments!
Cheers to you! And Happy Mother’s Day!!!