I confess, it was a fork in your eye.

Dear WeeZ,

I know that someday you will read this. Someday, you will be scouring the pot, looking for dirt on your Mama. At this very moment I am feeling recklessly confessional, and so I am about to give you all the fodder you will ever need to fire at me. By the way, this is just between you and me.


so sick 

I have been feeling ill for over a week now, but somehow convinced myself it was allergies because you weren't sick. (How could I be sick, and not you?!) Eight days later, you were sneezing, had watery eyes and a hoarse voice. Your Mommy Dearest gave you a horrible cold.

This morning, I was cramming breakfast down my throat so I could take you to the pediatrician when you started to cry. I bent to pick you up with a fork still in my mouth and, of course, it slipped out. The handle (fortunately) plunked right on your eyelid (unfortunately - though still better than IN your eye). I fessed all to the pediatrician, though I planned on telling her a white lie that it was a spoon (that doesn't sound as bad and since it was the handle, it doesn't matter anyway). She said, "Awww - your baby will be fine; poor Mommy!" Made me feel SLIGHTLY better and less vulnerable to a CPS report. Til she returned to the room to ask what kind of KNIFE I dropped in your eye!!!!

In short, I gave you a cold because I am germy, gave you an ouchy cause I am careless and made you cry because I am cruel. (Oh - did I forget to add that I tried to 'Ferberize' you before I knew you were sick? Clearly, a baby getting a cold isn't going to learn to put themselves to sleep.)

WeeZ, I love you and I am so sorry that I am such a suckass mommy sometimes. I promise, I will try to be better every day that I am your Mommy and you are my son.

Mommy