The day started out wonderful. We went out to breakfast as a family and then took the kids for a bike ride through Bonelli park. It is beautiful outside today and we thought it would be perfect to spend the day outside. We fed the ducks and barely escaped an attack by a big mean goose but the kids were really enjoying themselves. Then we parked our bikes under a tree by the playground, set out a picnic blanket, and played with the kids on the slides. All was peaceful and fun until I saw a picture perfect moment with Maia and Ricky sitting on the blanket under the tree. I took out my camera to take a picture and right as I was about to snap the second one (the first one turned out blurry), I heard a THUMP behind me followed by a loud cry. My heart sank and I prayed. I ran to find Noah, standing with a face and mouth full of sand screaming. I picked him up and brought him over to Ricky. We checked him for broken bones and cleaned off his face. As Ricky was tending to him, I noticed Maia out of the corner of my eye chewing on something. I did a quick finger sweep of her mouth but found nothing. Oh well, I'd find it in her poop later. I turned back to Noah but was quickly distracted by Maia gagging. Oh shoot! She continued gagging and when I did another finger sweep, she got so mad that she cried until she turned blue. I freaked out and started running around and yelling, "Call 911"...okay not really but I felt like doing that! Ricky flipped her over, patted her back and out of her mouth came half of a leaf. At this point we had two hysterical children, screaming to the high heavens because God had stuck them with these two idiots. I choked back my own tears as I watched Noah's face begin to swell and a huge bruise start to take form. He kept spitting out sand and he looked a little pale. I held him, watched him closely, asked Ricky a million times if he thought Noah was okay, and sang to calm him down. Ricky picked Maia up to keep her away from all the tasty foliage on the floor and watched to see if the other half of the leaf would make an appearance.
What started out as a wonderful day turned into the day when Ricky and Taleah would be escorted to jail for negligent parenting. I have managed to keep my tears to myself but know that they will come streaming out any second. I still have to do grocery shopping (for my comfort food) and I am a little nervous. I feel very unstable at the moment and if the checker lady tells me that I cannot use on of my coupons, I may have a melt down.
Since I am in the habit of bestowing awards on myself, I am going to award myself with the world's worst mommy of the day award. If you want to make me feel better, please leave your own worst mommy moment stories in the comments section. Thanks!