This morning I traumatized my youngest child for life. Surely he will remember this day as the day his momma fucked him up for life. He will spend thousands of dollars on therapy and group healing sessions no doubt.
All because I'm a total idiot.
I locked my kid in the car today. While I waited for my Mom (have I mentioned she's my saving grace before? And she saves my ass all the time) to drive the 20 minutes to my house with the spare key, I ran circles around the car to entertain Jackson and keep him happy.
After about 10 minutes he realized that something was off. Mommy wasn't getting in the car to take him to the babysitter's house. She was acting like a raving lunatic. He got pissed and started screaming and kicking and probably sealing his therapy fate right then and there.
On the positive side, his kicking and flailing of his arms kept him warm so I didn't have to worry about him sitting in a car with no heat.
Yes, please send my award asap.