And the 2007 Worst Mother of the Year Award goes to...
... me. That's who.
Last Thursday, my youngest, received an award from her school. A very distinguished award that was the result of three years of outstanding acts of school citizenship and monumentous efforts in all areas of her school work.
This is also commonly known as sucking up to her teachers. But is a big deal as it's uncommon for students to achieve this award in the lowly third grade. I can vouch for her sucking up skills. They are quite remarkable.
That evening as we were getting out of the car, she was showing her sister the fantabulous certificate, framed complete with a photograph of herself.
She'd already moved her seat forward to let her sister out and her sister was leaning over the top of the seat to gaze admiringly at the certificate.
Here's what happened next...
As it was raining, we needed to hurry inside with all the bags etc. Youngest jumped out and ran inside with a 'can you grab my bag Mum' tossed over her shoulder. She obviously didn't want to get her framed, laminated and totally rain-proof certificate, wet.
I jumped out, and as I'm not rain-proof, got very wet grabbing the bags and with a 'make sure you lock the door kiddo' tossed over my shoulder at my eldest, scurried for the door and went inside.
Several minutes passed and my eldest chicklet did not appear. So I went to the door and shouted out for her to stop muck-arseing about and get inside. Now I admit here that we did hear some noise coming from the car and both my youngest and I decided that she was infact mucking about and ignored it.
Several more minutes passed so I marched out there quite prepared to give her a piece of my mind for holding us up when it turns out that when Youngest had jumped out of the car, the car seat and clicked back into place, trapping Eldest's head.
Are you laughing? Was that a guffaw? Because if it was, you're not alone. I guffawed. I admit it.
The sight of my eldest, (who's almost as tall as me now and at eleven years of age that's pretty damn tall), with her head caught between the top of the car seat and the roof of the car was kinda funny.
What makes matters worse is that it was tempting to leave her there. It would've made for a nice quiet evening.
Fear not.. I did help her out in the end by releasing the catch on the car seat but not before suggesting to her that doing so might make her head pop off all together.
She didn't think it was funny at the time but now? Now she thinks it's hilarious.
Last Thursday, my youngest, received an award from her school. A very distinguished award that was the result of three years of outstanding acts of school citizenship and monumentous efforts in all areas of her school work.
This is also commonly known as sucking up to her teachers. But is a big deal as it's uncommon for students to achieve this award in the lowly third grade. I can vouch for her sucking up skills. They are quite remarkable.
That evening as we were getting out of the car, she was showing her sister the fantabulous certificate, framed complete with a photograph of herself.
She'd already moved her seat forward to let her sister out and her sister was leaning over the top of the seat to gaze admiringly at the certificate.
Here's what happened next...
As it was raining, we needed to hurry inside with all the bags etc. Youngest jumped out and ran inside with a 'can you grab my bag Mum' tossed over her shoulder. She obviously didn't want to get her framed, laminated and totally rain-proof certificate, wet.
I jumped out, and as I'm not rain-proof, got very wet grabbing the bags and with a 'make sure you lock the door kiddo' tossed over my shoulder at my eldest, scurried for the door and went inside.
Several minutes passed and my eldest chicklet did not appear. So I went to the door and shouted out for her to stop muck-arseing about and get inside. Now I admit here that we did hear some noise coming from the car and both my youngest and I decided that she was infact mucking about and ignored it.
Several more minutes passed so I marched out there quite prepared to give her a piece of my mind for holding us up when it turns out that when Youngest had jumped out of the car, the car seat and clicked back into place, trapping Eldest's head.
Are you laughing? Was that a guffaw? Because if it was, you're not alone. I guffawed. I admit it.
The sight of my eldest, (who's almost as tall as me now and at eleven years of age that's pretty damn tall), with her head caught between the top of the car seat and the roof of the car was kinda funny.
What makes matters worse is that it was tempting to leave her there. It would've made for a nice quiet evening.
Fear not.. I did help her out in the end by releasing the catch on the car seat but not before suggesting to her that doing so might make her head pop off all together.
She didn't think it was funny at the time but now? Now she thinks it's hilarious.
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