Mom of the year moment number 935,424

I have many "mom of the year" moments throughout my days but there are some that "take the cake" so to speak. Like sending my daughter to school without shoes, or realizing at 7:30am I have no milk and need to get the kids to school. This moment however involved my unborn chicken...

I was enjoying settling in for a REALLY good nights sleep, something that seems to allude me these past weeks, however, I was in that perfect "in-between" where everything just starts to slip away and your body feels like a weightless dream. Well apparently not everything had slipped away quite yet because I started to go over my day and was thinking about what we had for lunch, spaghetti, and what I had accomplished, laundry, made beds, cleaned out my purse FINALLY, emptied the trash, cleaned the floors....CLEANED OUT MY PURSE!!!!!

I sat up in bed and proclaimed "COBY!!! I threw away the BABY!!!"

My very groggy husband, looks at me and mumbles "what?"

"I THEW AWAY THE BABY!!!"

"what baby" he asks becoming a little more coherent.

"Chicken number 6!!!"

"What?"

"Well I was cleaning out my purse today and I threw away a couple magazines I was done with and the first ultra sound pictures where in them!!"

At this point I am frantically opening the trash bags and going through the grossness that is kitchen trash, because of course I decided to throw my unborn's pictures into the grossest trash there is.

So at 1am, my wonderful husband gets out of bed and assists the women who threw away his child, dig through the trash to find the first precious pictures we have of little chicken number 6. Through the tears, dirty diapers and spaghetti, and prayers there we find them, the magazines!! and still tucked safely inside are the photos from he ultra sound. Oh JOY!! What relief!! I promptly march them into our bedroom and put them on my mirror and proclaim..."Sorry baby, I will never do that again!!" all the while thinking..."but I may forget to send you a lunch to school, I very well may forget that special toy or blankie in another state at a motel and not realize it till the next day, and I will VERY likely send you to school without shoes. But I love you and thats about all I can offer. Love, your insane Mommy of 6."

Mom of the year. Mom of the year. I fully anticipate having MANY MANY more "mom of the year" moments as our family grows. Some you will be blessed to hear about, making you feel a little better about yourself, and some, well, some are just too "good" to blog about...