I had to take Josiah to a speech therapy appointment today. He has speech therapy every week, but this one was special because it was at the hospital where he has his cleft palate surgeries. The hospital is 45 minutes away when there’s no traffic and the appointment was at 10am. We left the house at 9:08 which would get us to the appointment right on time, after stopping by Steve’s office to switch cars. Never mind that they told me to be there 15 minutes early with my license and insurance card in hand to register; we’re never early to anything.
Anyway, we got on the road and 15 minutes into our 45-minute drive, I realized I forgot my purse. I figured I could just ask Steve for some money when I stopped at his office, but then remembered I needed to show the hospital my license and insurance card. Crap! I’d have to turn back around! GAAAHH! I was so mad at myself. Now we were going to be at least 15 minutes late, probably more, and I wouldn’t have time to pick up the Prius at Steve’s office, and would instead have to drive the gas-guzzling minivan that whole way. All because of my stupid purse. Gah!
I turned around and drove the 15 minutes back home. I ran in the house and got my purse and found the phone number for the speech pathologist. I called the number and reached the scheduler. I asked her if I should come late or just reschedule. She said I should just come anyway and there was a possibility the speech pathologist might be able to extend the backend of the appointment. I was glad to hear that. But I didn’t have time to stop to get the Prius, so I was still mad at myself for wasting money on gas and killing the planet with my giant carbon footprint! I said all this out loud too the kids because I’ve been trying to show them that everyone makes mistakes and it’s okay. I want them to know that they don’t need to get mad at themselves for mistakes, but here I was doing exactly that. I wonder why they struggle with this. In spite of being so frustrated with myself, as I talked it over with Josiah, I was able to calm down and take my own advice for a change.
We made it to the appointment 25 minutes late, but the speech pathologist was very gracious and stayed with Josiah an extra 15 minutes. When I asked the front desk where to register with my license and insurance card they said I didn’t need to, Josiah was previously registered. GAH! All that for nothing! Just another typical day as a mom for me.
So in honor of my frustratingly typical mom day, I’m going to give away some MOM HUMOR BOOKS! What better way to get through motherhood than to laugh at it.
Here they are…(drum roll)…
Goodnight Mom: A Parody Just for Moms by Kathy Shimmield, Pictures by Jade Villaremo – A fun and honest parody of the kids classic book ‘Goodnight Moon’ but this time it’s just for Moms!
How to Be Depressed: A Guide by Dana Eagle – This one isn’t specifically for moms, but I felt like a lot of moms would be able to relate to this hilarious book. Welcome to depression! First, you’re going to need sweatpants. Next, you’re going to need a sense of humor. Author/comedian Dana Eagle offers a mix of tongue-in-cheek advice, wry wisdom, and “therapeutic” activities like a bad poetry generator. Hilarious and hilariously honest, How to Be Depressed will make readers cry with laughter.
The Bigger Book of Parenting Tweets, Edited by Kate Hall, Norine Dworkin-McDaniel, & Jessica Ziegler – Yes, it’s my book and yes, I’m giving it away for free! Chock-full of the funniest tweets from some of the funniest parents on Twitter!
Here’s what you need to do to enter. 1) You need to live in the contiguous U.S. I can’t afford to ship these books worldwide, mostly because I’m cheap. So please make sure you live in the U.S. if you want to win. 2) Pick some of the things in the Rafflecopter to do and you’ll get entered. Easy-peasy!
I hope you win! Yes, I’m talking to you!