I'm on a roll...."Mother of the Year"...again.

I now truly believe that the last child in a family gets well let's see how can I say this tactfully....screwed? The first children in a family get a Mother who is on the ball, organized and enjoys each day of their child's life. She takes them to Library story times, fun activities, play dates at the park, and she sees that they know their ABC's and can read and write their name before kindergarten. But the last kid...gets a tired worn out Mother who doesn't see everything (the eyes in the back of her head are going blind) and doesn't think as clearly as she use to. Mom's getting old.

So, today as Mom and the 5 darling kids are climbing out of the the mini van...Mom thinks as she looks at her three year..."What a big girl she is becoming...oh she looks so cute climbing out of the van all by herself." (mom's singing to herself in her head --"La, La, La...") Then what does mom do? Slams her van door shut and locks it too...Mom stops for half a second and thinks...why is the three year old crying? Why is she crying so hard she is barely breathing? Why is she crumpling into my arms? Oh crud...Mom steps back to take in the big picture and assesses the surroundings. AH!! That's why...three of the 3 year old's fingers are slammed in the door nice and tight! Mom thinks to herself, "Open the door! Open the door!" BUT, the doors are locked. *Panic*...Mom thinks to herself... *Panic*... how do I unlock this door? (haha how many times have I unlocked this door before and right now in an emergency, I can't remember? DU-UH!)

Long story short...fingers swollen, luckily doctor says they are not broken, doctor has to drill into nail bed to relieve the blood and pressure. Not a good day today...I wonder when I will get my official "Mother of the Year" certificate. I must have earned it by now.