I hate missing my kids’ activities, as all us moms do. Sunday was one of those days when I had committed to helping my Bible study group cook and serve a meal at church but had to miss Boy #1′s baseball scrimmage to do so.
After serving the meal, I called Husband to see how the scrimmage had gone. This is what I learned:
Boy #1 had been hit in the head with a baseball not one, but two times.
Then Boy #2 had slipped on the playground equipment and hit his mouth, splitting his lip open and giving himself one giant fat lip. Poor baby.
Of course, the one game I missed.
Nothing like a little mom guilt to start off the workweek!
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Oh his poor face!
Mom guilt is the worst! I get it whenever I can't do something at Boo's school. It just kills you.
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Oh. my. gosh. Poor little #2!! And poor #1, too!! Looks super painful!!!!! Give them extra hugs from me!
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Oh my goodness! Poor thing! Kids are tough, he is going to be a trooper. You could not have prevented Boy #1 getting hit by the ball (twice) anyway!
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Wait–it happened on your husband's watch, and YOU feel guilty???
Every major boo boo my kids ever got was with ME, usually when hubby was on call and I was left to deal with it alone. Hubby was never really sure…
I'd be laughing up a storm!
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Kellyn, yes, the guilt is always there. Stuff at school that I have to miss kills me too.
Andi, you're right, I couldn't have prevented it (well Boy #1's injuries anyway), but it still makes me feel like a schmuck for not being there. (Can I say "schmuck" if I'm not Jewish? Sorry if I've offended anyone…)
The Mother, you're totally right. I should've been laughing that I wasn't there, which I kind of was on the inside
, but still felt bad for the kiddos…
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