I was in the mini van with my three boys, driving to my sister's house. She lives at least an hour and 20 minutes away. It is always quite a trek but I almost have it done to a well timed drive. Usually the boys wake up, they go to the bathroom and get dressed. We skip breakfast at home and eat a granola bar in the car along with their milk. This is great because it usually takes up some time in the car where they are happy. I rarely have to stop because someone has to use the bathroom.
Back to the story. For some reason this time the boys had already eaten breakfast. The only concern I had was that one of them may throw up in the car (since it was shortly after a meal).
I was about twenty minutes into the drive when my 2 1/2 year old started asking for his milk. I had their milk cups by me. I still had a good fifty minute drive left. I could either give him the milk and his whining/demanding would stop or I could try to distract him. The distracting did not work and the whining continued. Here is where I should have found an exit, pulled off the freeway and given him his milk.
Instead, in all my brightness I decided I could multitask while driving (very poor choice) and toss his cup back to him.
So I did. It was one of these hard plastic kind.
He stopped his whining/crying for six seconds, then he cried harder and louder. I realized the cup had hit him. In my effort to make him a "tough" boy I reassured him that he was ok and it didn't hurt. Don't good moms say this to their boys.
I looked in my rear view mirror again and saw him holding his mouth with blood dripping down his chin. I had hit him with the cup and drew blood.
We found the next exit and the closest place to pull over so I could clean up the blood. I gave him a big hug and a huge apology. The rest of the drive he was not whining and I was laughing and crying at the same time. How could I make such a bone head mistake? I would like to blame it on what many people call "mommy brain".
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