by: Aimee Carson
It’s the first Tuesday of the month, and you know what that means! It’s time to play “You Might Feel Like a Bad Mommy If . . .” This month was particularly easy for me because I had too many bad mommy moments to count 
Guilt, as always, is the reason for the game. I’ll go first.
You might feel like a bad mommy if you’ve been cranky and irritable all day. Adding insult to injury, you overcook dinner (translation: you burn the top of the enchiladas) When you’re family sits down to dinner, you give each of them the evil eye, and they all pretend to eat it happily. (Probably fearing for their life if they complain)
You might feel like a bad mommy if you yell at your son—for the third time—to bring in the firewood like he promised he would, and then have to spend ten minutes digging out the nasty splinter the process left in his hand, watching him grimace in pain the entire time.
Click on the number by the title to share your bad mommy moment or to commiserate with me on mine!
Oy. Splinters are the worst! And never mind about burning dinner, I feel guilty about rarely cooking dinner. It’s so bad my son, 17, recently said to me, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually sick of pizza!” And what do you think we had for dinner tonight? Pizza! And in an attempt to mix things up and make it a bit more healthy, I ordered a vegetable pizza. And it came with black olives on it. And no one in my family eats black olives but my husband. Who was also sick of pizza so he ordered a meatball hero. And wound up eating the vege pizza instead. And my daughters bucked up and picked off the olives. I had salad. Luckily I’d ordered plain pizza for my son. I have grown to hate the mention of the word dinner!!!
LOL. Your dinner last night sounds like a riot (in retrospect only, of course) Have I mentioned my kids are tired of pizza too?
I planned on being early to pick my son up from his first day at high school… who knew they’d get out twenty minutes earlier than the primary school? Don’t they have notes for that kind of anomaly?
Hi Robyn!
We try so hard, don’t we? And still things don’t work out as planned. I’m guessing there was a note. But if your son is anything like mine, it’s probably stuffed in the bottom of last year’s backpack. Or….if you’re anything like me, it’s probably in a stack of unopened mail you’ve been meaning to look at but just haven’t had the time.
On the bright side, I hope he enjoyed getting to hang out after school with his friends for a bit!
Thanks for stopping by!
Now that my son is capable of telling me what he wants for dinner, whether at home or a restaurant, I always feel a little bad when he asks for a bite of my food and I tell him NO! I mean he had the same choices. Okay, really sometimes I just don’t want to share! Seriously, cherry pie…get your own!
Hi Optimistic Mom!
Nothing is worse then letting them have a taste of a delicious dessert and watching them spit it out with disgust! It’s important we help our children choose wisely…especially when sweets are involved!!!
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Oh, I have many, but two big ones stand out. The first one similar to Robin’s, but worse. A few years ago when we moved to VA the first time, we were living in a hotel the day my kids started at their new school. It was only fifteen minutes by freeway, so we gave ourselves 20. Unfortunately, commuter traffic starts earlier than we realized. We were 20 minutes late. I felt so bad.
The other was when I thought my son was having panic attacks during swimming practice. It took me a couple of times to realize it might be exercise-induced asthma, something no one else in our family has ever had. I felt like Bad Mommy of the year for that one.
Hi Gwen! And welcome to 4badmommies!
Getting there late to pick up children is sooooo stressful. I remember rushing to pick up my children from day camp a few years back. At the time I’d worked an hour away and a major accident had closed the highway. This was before cellphones. I remember sitting in traffic as the minutes passed by, imagining my children sitting alone outside the gate. Crying. Hungry. I think I may have had tears in my own eyes. I arrived at the camp over an hour late to find them happily playing on the playground with about two dozen other kids whose parents were stuck in the same traffic jam as me.
And that exercise-induced asthma has me thinking about my daughter who complained about difficulty breathing after a soccer game in the fall. My husband downplayed the event (I wasn’t there – bad mommy!) and I never re-visited it. I’m going to pay much closer attention in the spring!
Thanks for stopping by!
So many times when I feel like a bad mommy, good job my son is so forgiving! Last week he was driven to asking when I was going to go and shop properly, I think he was fed up with meals made up of weird food combinations…now I’m packing his bag for the weekend and realised he’s not got any clean underwear… oops, washing machine on as we speak…bad mommy!
You might feel like a bad mommy…if you were so tired at 4:30 AM that when your 2 year old woke up crying you stuck him back in his bed without noticing he’d thrown up in it for 1/2 an hour.
Welcome, Susie! I’ve definitely done the weird food combination before. And the no clean underwear? That one feels like a daily event LOL. Thanks for dropping by!
Hugs, Rebbeca! Boy, do I remember those days. There were multiple times when I stuck my son back in his bed with vomit in the room. Especially when he was a toddler. I was so sleep deprived back then the memories are all a little fuzzy, which is probably a good thinkg
I’d like to say I burnt dinner, I didn’t even manage to cook it! Oh ya, and I forgot to pick up my son’s glasses so he still can’t see the board at school. Oops!