Thursday, May 21, 2009

Transcription Filled With Guilt

I went out to dinner and a movie with my girlfriend the other night. We haven't been out for a few months because we are both busy with our kids and husbands. Before I joined my friend at the restaurant, I attended the kids grade schools report night. It's just like an open house only with a different name. After visiting all the rooms I planned on visiting, I left the kids and Hus at the school while they were in the middle of enjoying free ice cream.

At the restaurant, I was having a great time chatting with my friend and eating delicious Eggplant Parmigiana. I checked my messages before we headed off to the movie theater.

I had one message from my daughter. In a really really whiny voice she said...

"Mom, I need special medicine to put on my scars, cause I don't like them, I can' t stop picking them, so I need special medicine to put on um, and Bud lost his tooth while eating ice cream at school report night, and he swallowed it, so give him some money under his pillow, even though the tooth isn't there... IF you're the Tooth Fairy."

I felt a little sad and guilty hearing E talk about her scars. What she is referring to is a nervous habit she has of picking spots on her skin. We've been dealing with this on and off for a few years now. Not going to worry about it while out to dinner.

Next sad and guilty feeling came when I realized I missed T's first tooth coming out, by seconds! Oh well, I know I can't be there for everything. I put the guilt aside. I was having fun, damn it.

As I was driving home, at midnight, the real guilt hit me. OH CRAP! This was T's first tooth. For E, I had been prepared for the tooth falling out. I had a sweet book about the Tooth Fairy which came with a pretty little purple velvet pouch (kinda like a mini Crown Royal pouch) that I had ready to put under her pillow when her first tooth fell out. I knew for a week that T's tooth was loose and I still didn't prepare. If I just gave him money, E was surely going to tell T about the book and special pouch. Oh, dear. I'm such a bad mama.

So I stopped at the only store open all night, a convenience store, and searched the aisles for something, something...

Perfect, a bubble gum container, I wrote his name on it, stuck money in it and under his pillow it went.

Poor T.

9 comments:

chicamom85 said...

I love that story. I have been there with the guilt although my daughter is grown. She also had a bad habit of picking at her skin, especially if she got a bug bite. I love the tooth fairy box.

ANne

darsden said...

Awe I am sorry you missed the first tooth too,but you made up with it with that special bubble gum container with money..all the kids want anyway :-)) Merdema works wonders on scars!

Suzy said...

Dude, you ALWAYS make me laugh. I was doing okay until I got to 'Poor T'

Sorry I laughed. I love T.

Shelly Overlook said...

Awww, that is so funny and sad all at the same time. I sort of like the idea of a mini Crown Royal bag. Esp if you're the one who has gotten to drink the Crown Royal!

Happy weekend!

Stephanie said...

Heidi, you are way too hard on yourself girl. That's the way life is, you never know what will happen and when. I am sure you and T will have a great talk about how he lost his first tooth. I still have Matthews, and they sure are tiny.

I hope you had a great time, and E is OK!!

Michel said...

well crap! Now I'm going to call my mom...she didn't get me anything if I didn't physically show her my tooth. My tooth fairy was a hard ass!!!

Sorry about the guilt. I assume you're catholic?? It only gets worse!

barb said...

IF you're the Tooth Fairy? Do you think she actually means IF you're any kind of mother at all? Goodness, kids learn to push those mom-buttons early, don't they?

MereCat said...

Sorry to laugh. But I am laughing so hard my tummy hurts. Mostly at the "poor T" line. You know, he's a boy and boys mostly don't care so much about the finery. He will just be thrilled at the surprise. I think the blue bubblegum container was perfect. You are a good mama. A great mama.

Karen MEG said...

I'm so glad that you got your girls' night out. It is so hard to leave them, I always expect a call sometime throughout the evening.

I wouldn't worry about T... that container is wickedly awesome... eve if you had nothing to do with putting it there ;)