Knolltop Farm Wife

Welcome to my blog! I'm a wife, mother of four and a self-employed freelance writer. I live on a dairy farm with my family and I enjoy sharing our life with family, friends and anyone else who wants to visit the farm. There's no telling what the I will write about from day to day, but hopefully you'll be enriched when you stop by! Have a wonderfully blessed day!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Worst Mom Titles

Good Morning from a cool, clear Knolltop!

The Party is over, the southern chicks have gone back south. They actually left yesterday but I just didn't get to this blog. If you read my Dairy Agenda Today Blog you'll understand.

I was voted worst mom of the year yesterday. Luke, reminded me on Monday that they had football pictures on Tuesday and he needed his uniform washed. Yesterday I looked at his dirty uniform and thought to myself, "I need to get that washed, but his game isn't until Wednesday so what's the rush?" But for some reason I felt the need to get it done.

While cleaning off the counter I noticed his picture form and I decided not to wait until the last minute to fill it out but I would fill it out right then, insert the money, so when he was headed to practice I could hand it to him and look like I was so on top of things (This is rare for me.)

He was a tad late getting home from work so he was in a hurry to get to practice. He walked into the laundry room and saw his uniform sitting in the same place it was when he took it off. He looked at me and said, "You didn't wash this?" And I smugly said, "Your game isn't until tomorrow." He then looked at me and said, "But we have pictures today!" And he proceeded to put on a dirty uniform (good thing it's dark green) and I proceeded to feel like the worst mom in the world.

You see, if this were Jake's uniform, I wouldn't feel badly. If it were JW's uniform, there would be no guilt because they are as bad as I am at forgetting things and when we forget things we forget that we felt bad about forgetting about as quickly as we remember. But this was Luke I was dealing with, the kid who doesn't forget, the kid who folds his dirty socks together and puts them in the dirty laundry so they don't get separated, this is the kid who is a self starter, thrives on routine and hardly ever has to be told twice. I wanted to get it right for him out of sheer respect for who he is.

So guess what the first load of laundry is this morning? And guess who smiled as he watched me put it in the washer? I love that kid!