Do Bad Mothers Still Get A Mother's Day?

I have learned as a mother not to judge other mothers as quickly as I used to. Like when their child would have a meltdown in the grocery store and I would think, "Why can't she control him?", or the mother that loses her child at the park, or the kids with food all over their faces and messy hair.....I totally get it now.....and I'm hoping they judge me less as well. Especially today. Today was pretty much my worst day as a mom so far and I'm hoping that I never top it, but I'm sure I will. Here is the story....

Jack and I were at Target today picking up the essentials. It was pouring when we walked outside...thunder, lightning...the works. I quickly put him in the car so he didn't get soaked and continued to unload the stuff. He climbed up in the front seat to play with the lights. I got everything in the car, threw in my purse and shut the door. That is when I realized that Jack had my keys in his hands and had locked me out. My cell phone was inside also. I tried not to panic and motioned for Jack to unlock the door. He couldn't do it and eventually got his finger stuck in the door handle. He started to cry because he was stuck. Some black guys were near me dancing around their car to some rap music. I almost asked them if they knew how to break into my car but I didn't want to stereotype :) I saw a couple in the parking lot, ran over to them and asked if I could use their cell phone to call Jay. I got a hold of him after 3 tries and he said he was on his way. He was at the library and had to go home and get the extra keys and then drive up to Target. Anyway, I walked back to the car to stay with Jack while he cried and cried and still couldn't get his finger unstuck. A few people walked past and tried to help. One woman didn't speak any English and couldn't help at all so she just stood next to me and patted my shoulder every few minutes. After about half an hour Jay got there and unlocked my car. I opened the door slowly and got Jack's finger unstuck and then I pulled him out. I absolutely lost it at that point and just cried right along with him. So, even though I know they don't read my blog, thank you to the woman who was my silent support, thank you to the man that got a hanger out of his dry cleaning to give to another man that tried to break in to my car, and lastly thank you to Honda for making my car really hard to break into. I appreciate that on all other days besides today.

Sucker Punch

Today was beautiful so Jack and I decided to have a picnic at the park. He made friends with a cute little girl and they had so much fun playing together. The little girl picked up a huge pile of mulch and dumped it on Jack's head. Jack shook his head to get it off and then punched her in the face. Great. My son is a bully.

Jack's Runway

Every day is a fashion show with Jack.


This is the everyday look for Jack. No pants.


He loves to do his hair. Unfortunately cortisone cream doesn't work like pomade.


My shoes are a favorite. Jay's are way too big.


Mardi Gras beads given to him by a fan at the local thrift shop.


Jack loves his Yarmulke! Mazel Tov!


And lastly, my bra. Yep. Hot pink and push up. Jay about killed me for taking this picture. There are going to be repercussions for posting it :)