{"id":418,"date":"2007-07-11T22:52:00","date_gmt":"2007-07-11T22:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2007\/07\/mean-mommy.html"},"modified":"2007-07-11T22:52:00","modified_gmt":"2007-07-11T22:52:00","slug":"mean-mommy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2007\/07\/mean-mommy.html","title":{"rendered":"Mean Mommy"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I absolutely won the Mean Mommy of the Year Award last Sunday. We had a fun-filled morning at the beach with my mother-in-law in New Hampshire. It was a bit chilly out, but the kids didn’t care one whit (although it made me cranky. As I said to Adam, “We have a word for this kind of day at the beach back home [in Miami Beach]. The word is February<\/i>.” They had a blast. Pie searched for shells and just stood at the ocean’s edge. Doodles had a blast making a “castle” (otherwise known as one big mound of sand) and then digging a moat around it. Adam ran interference with whichever kid my MIL wasn’t watching and I had a great time sitting in a beach chair reading a book just for fun. Yeah!<\/p>\n

Except that at one point, Doodles somehow got some sand in his eye. He cried and cried, which I encouraged to get the sand out. We beat a retreat from the beach and he seemed fine so we went out for a delightful lunch (note to self: Next time I plan on getting back on the healthy eating track, consider not<\/i> ordering fried oysters, fried mushrooms, French fries, and a S’mores Sundae). Periodically he’d complain about his eye, but he had fun.<\/p>\n

On the way home, the munchkin passed out in the car. So tired! (Did his sister, who we wanted to nap, fall asleep? I’m guessing I don’t even have to answer that one for you!) We transfered him to the couch when we got home. At about 3:30, I shook him awake. “Hey Doodles. Hey Doodles! Do you want to go to a carnival with your friend Grape?”<\/p>\n

Doodles doesn’t wake up well from naps, but he does okay when he has an incentive. I had made plans with Grape’s mom to meet at the carnival in the neighboring town, but I hadn’t told Doodles because I didn’t want him to get all worked up.<\/p>\n

“Do you want to go.”<\/p>\n

“Yes!” he shrieked. “Can I go on rides?” Then he starts rubbing his eyes. “My eyes hurt!” he complains. <\/p>\n

I take a look and sand is still<\/i> coming out of them. I peer into his eyes and see globs of sand inside. <\/p>\n

“Oh, sweetie,” I tell him. “I’m sorry. I’m not going to take you to the carnival. I’m going to take you to the emergency room.”<\/p>\n

I’m sorry, no matter how you paint it, the emergency room is just not as fun as a carnival, even when your mom says things like, “Aren’t you lucky getting to watch this completely age-inappropriate film in the waiting room?” and “My, isn’t this an adventure?”<\/p>\n

He was actually somewhat game for the adventure part until the pediatrician came at him with the eye irrigation. <\/p>\n

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. And it was the last day of the carnival and by the time we left the ER (two and a half hours later), the carnival was over. I let him rent a movie but it just wasn’t the same. This is definitely one for this therapist when he’s grown.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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