Welcome to Time-out Thursday, where I’ll be posting those special moments when I have needed or took a “Mommy Time-Out.” You know those times where if your precious child just looks at you the wrong way, you are going to scream your freaking head off and will get those “Mom’s gone coo coo for coco puffs” kind of looks. Or the situations where you are trying to discipline your little angel and she gives you a puckered lip look and it takes everything in your power not to laugh. Yes, those are the times we need to say, “Ok, Mommy needs a time-out!” So let’s begin!
Yesterday, my husband was driving me to class and the kiddies were calmly entertaining themselves in the backseat. It was a rainy and chilly evening, and in California that means people forget how to drive in it. The car in front of us was going extremely slow, so my hubs switched lanes and the car in front of him now decided to slow down and turn left. He goes to switch lanes again and then the light turns red. Proceeding down the road, we get every single red light that has been invented and get behind every old person that has ever existed. You can imagine the frustration building in my husband’s face and hands as his jaw clenches and his hands become tightly griped on the steering wheel. Finally, he has had enough and shouts out “For F**k’s Sake!” forgetting in the moment that we have two little beings in the back that seem to always tune in at the wrong times. Immediately my son’s ears perk up and his eyebrows lift as he asks:
“Fox? Where’s the fox?”
Hubs: “Oh yeah, uhhh the fox, ummm he went that way!”
Son: “Well, where? What’s a fox sake?”
My husband glances at me as if to say…”Did I just say that outloud?” and looks to me for some help.
Me: ” Sorry, you’re on your own buddy. You said it, you gotta deal with it.”
Since my hubs didn’t answer..
Son: “Mommy, what’s a fox sake? ”
Well sh*t, what the h-e-double hockey sticks am I suppose to say? I didn’t say it, arghhh!
Me: “Uhhh, Mommy is in time-out!”
Son: “Oh, ok, Mommy.”
Whew! Point for Mommy as my son just starts playing with his toy cars and his sister’s doll. (Hey it is OK, he has his car in one hand and taking care of a baby in the other- he multi-tasks!) Thinking that I have some how gotten away from a sticky situation:
About 10 minutes later-
Son: “Mommy you still in time-out?”
Me: “No sweetie, Mommy is not in time-out.”
Son: “Oh, what’s a fox sake?”
For the love of 8 pound, 19 inch,sweet baby Jesus, help me out kind sir! Then, my hubs pulls up to the curb that is now illuminating with light as if God is showing me the way….. yes showing me the way out of this situation yet again. I exit with a smile on my face as I look back at my husband while he gives me a gerbil in a microwave kind of look, “helpless” is the word. Hey, I was the one last time explaining to my son why we don’t call people a “poopy butt-crack,” I think the hubs can handle this one!
Thanks for joining me in this edition of “Time-Out Thursday.” What is your time-out moment of the week?
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