Worst Mom of the Year Award

Yesterday was one of those bad days!! It was raining out and so I
thought I would just let the kids hang out and watch TV so I could get
some much needed cleaning done. Mistake #1. They all really needed
my attention at the SAME TIME, of course, and I was going a little
stir crazy. My attempt to get Brigham focused on something else
failed miserably and ended with me gritting my teeth saying, if your
brothers can practice walking every day you can practice writing your
name!! Oh glory!! Needless to say, he proclaimed that my activity
was not cool and that he was NEVER going to write his name! Go Mom!
Next I decided we all had to get out of the house, so we headed off to
Krispy Kreme (a nice nutricious choice). It was about a half hour
away, but I didn't care. The gas would cost more than the
doughnuts..oh well. THis was my sanity we were talking about. So
with Jacob in tears that he wanted to go back to Grammy Dots house
(for the 3,658th time since his return on Tues.) Brigham telling me
that he hates handwriting, and Caleb ready for a nap, we headed out.
On the way there I called my sister-in-law Mary to see if they would
like to join us. It was nap time for them, so she opted out. We
continued the journey with more crying for Grammy Dot when good Ole
Mommy lost her patience and sternly said, "Stop it, Jacob" "We are
all done with crying." Of course that made him cry more (and I'm sure
made him want to go back to Grammy Dot's house even more, too). That
was when Brigham quipped in "Mom, it's your fault mom, he's crying
because you yelled at him!" Oh heavens....I really am horrible. Yet
in my mind I am thinking....have you not noticed that he has been
crying all day?
We finally arrived at Krispy Kreme and everyone seemed in good
spirits. As we ordered the doughnuts Jacob began doing the bathroom
dance. He said he needed to go and started heading towards the
bathroom. Since I could see it from the register, I let Brigham go
and help him with the door and when I was done paying etc. I went with
Caleb and doughnuts in tow, to the MENS room to help him. (I know,
you are now thinking...there goes her parenting award!!---WHAT was I
thinking!!) Jacob normally can get his pants up and down fine etc. Of
course when I arrived there was urine all over the floor and all over
his shorts and underpants. what to do!!! My van was parked right
outside the door, so I stood in the hallway, so I could see the
bathroom and the van and opened the van door with my remote so I
could see Brigham as he went to the van to get a diaper. That would
work. Poor Jacob hasn't worn diapers in two years! I get his diaper
on and run to the hallway again to double check on Brigham and who do
I see drive up in her mini-van...MARY. Oh thank you!! She kept an
eye on the other kids while I got Jacob cleaned up. Poor Jacob sat on
a chair in his t-shirt and diaper, but he didn't seem to care as he
wolfed down four doughnuts...I know, mommy award for me!!
Anyway, Mary and I enjoyed a nice chat and all seemed well. Suddenly
a man came into the dining area and held up some keys asking people if
they had lost them. I looked over and realized they were mine. (I
hadn't even noticed) I thanked him very much and then I asked, "Where
did you find them? His puzzled reponse..."In the Men's Room"........