Fess Up Friday

I volunteered in the church nursery on Sunday, after I switched with someone who I thought was scheduled for last Sunday. However, I misread the email and realized we were both scheduled for 2 weeks from now and she wanted to switch with someone to take that week (the 17th) for her and she take the 3rd. A lot of help I was since I obviously can't switch for a day I am already scheduled to volunteer!

Now, I am very ashamed to admit this next confession, because it really is a bad mommy moment, but that's what fess Up Friday is all about after all.

Foster Child #1 wanted to give her Bible Study teacher a picture she had colored scribbled. When she asked me if she could bring it with her, I responded by saying, "But Miss C., it's not even pretty." I know, not a very proud mommy moment. I definitely hurt her by saying that, as evidenced by her wide eyes getting teary eyed. And yes, I did ask for her forgiveness later.

Oh, and Foster Child #1 definitely got back at me later. She gave me a taste of my own medicine by saying, "Mommy, you look fat today." Yeah-ouch!

My friend Kim once said that my FUF posts share "to the world the stupid things I've done and that they are never really THAT stupid." Well, this week I can admit and fess up to something really stupid and downright dangerous that I did. Once again, didn't want to post this, lest anyone think I'm a horrible mother, judge me, and then talk about me behind my back about my stupidity, but you know what? We all have faults and have made some pretty bad errors. At least I'm secure enough to admit that I am far from perfect.

On Tuesday (wow, Tuesday was just an all around bad day for me!) Foster Child #3 fell asleep in the car after Bible Study, so when we got in the house, I laid him down on the family room floor to sleep since we'd have to turn back around in about an hour to take Foster Child #1 to school. I fed the 2 older kids lunch, and decided to unload the dishwasher and reload it since we had some time before we had to leave again. I looked up at the clock and realized I really needed to move to get out the door. I left the dishwasher open since I wasn't completely done loading it, and would do it when I first got back home. I went to do Foster Child #1's hair, but also realized I needed to change Foster Child #2's diaper. I stationed myself in our office to do these things facing the hallway to the kitchen. By this time Foster Child #3 was awake and crawling around. I did the diaper change while Foster Child #3 crawled toward the pantry. "Perfect," I thought, "the pantry will keep him occupied." When I was done with Foster Child #2's diaper change, I didn't ask him to keep an eye on Foster Child #3, which he totally would of done if I asked him, and I couldn't ask Foster Child #1 since I was doing her hair. All this time, I was sitting in our office facing the hallway to our kitchen, however, I couldn't see the kitchen because the pantry door was open. I finished doing Foster Child #1's hair, and went to retrieve Foster Child #3 from the pantry, only to see he wasn't in there, and it was then that I saw the HUGE bread knife lying on the kitchen floor in front of the stove! Foster Child #3 had crawled out of the pantry (I couldn't see him because the door was blocking the view to the kitchen), and not only went into the kitchen, but around the corner to the open dishwasher, where the only thing I had loaded on the bottom shelf was a big bread knife he grabbed and then dragged to the stove. Foster Child #3 was still in the kitchen away from the knife and sitting in front of the washing machine WITHOUT A MARK OR CUT ON HIM! Yes, I was stupid. I should have totally closed the dishwasher, especially since I knew a knife was in there, and especially after I realized Foster Child #3 woke up.
However, one of the reasons I share this confession is because I KNOW without a doubt God had protected him. That although I was stupid and made an awful mistake, God was there to cover my mistake, so that no harm was done. And how amazing that our God is the perfect Shepherd protecting all of His little ones!

(Ooops, and now one more thing to confess. Never told Foster Dad about the dishwasher/knife incident until just now as I was reading for him my last paragraph, and he said, "What are you talking about?")

And this is a long enough Fess Up Friday, and I didn't even get into the night I fed my family doughnuts for dinner. Surprise, surprise, that was on Tuesday also!