Some days, it’s fun to be the bad mom

We had a very responsible day scheduled yesterday. Taking Old Kid, 12, to the doctor to get his physical, and dragging little kids, 4 and 2, along for flu shots. It was my first visit to the pediatrician since my accidentally fake heart attack, so I was a little nervous.

But not as nervous as the kids about the shots. E, 4, kept asking, “Will it hurt, mom?”
“Yep, a little bit.” I answer, because, you know, why lie? Luckily for me, she’s a pragmatist, because she shrugs and says, “Well, it’s to keep us from getting sick.”

That’s when the 12 year old chimes in and says, “AND we get Krispy Kreme.” Really, I think. When did this happen? The cool fake glasses the doctor gives you aren’t enough?

But I do love to eat the bejesus out of one or six donuts watch my kids at Krispy Kreme, enthralled by the donuts rolling off the line, wearing their little hats. Then transformed into wild sugar people, jumping on the booths. So I agreed.

Turns out when you take 3 kids to the doctor it takes considerably longer then when you take one. And the actual half hour that you wait in the little room feels more like three days, because the 2 year old keeps hitting the 4 year old in the head with a car while said 4 year old screams that IT’S HER TURN and I’m like “Oh my god YOU DON’T EVEN LIKE CARS!”

But eventually, it was our turn for the needles. E, the only girl and a tough cookie, flexes her little bicep and says, “I’m first!” The nurse is impressed. “Show those boys how it’s done!” So she did, with not even a flinch.

Baby W took it in the leg with a perplexed “Ouch!” that made us all laugh, but no tears. And J got three shots, flu, tetanus, and something I forget. He coyly declared, “You get as many donuts as you do shots!” Much to the immediate indignation of E, who has a strong Fair radar and said since she COULDN’T have more shots, it wasn’t FAIR that he got more donuts. Agreed. There would be as many donuts as all could hold. The mighty Mom has spoken.

But then I had to make a mom decision: it was now 5 o’clock, pretty close to when we eat dinner. Should we go and revel in the sugar, be decadent in our disregard for routine on a school night? Or should we be responsible, bring some donuts home from the KK drive thru, and have a square meal and then some sugar?

I opted for a little wildness. We got a dozen assorted donuts (after I vetoed as necessary: “No, that one has red dye- No, I think that one has yellow” I’ll give my kids a buttload of sugar, but god forbid they have Petroleum based dyes. They FREAK.:)

We sat on the little red stools, under the red glowing Hot and Fresh sign. They were silent for several minutes, earnestly and efficiently noshing away, with an occasional break for milk. Then, I saw the signs. They started twirling on their stools. Their laughter got a little bit louder. And I started to feel it in myself. There was a certain devil-may care sugar fueled aura to us. We felt GOOD.

I took the little ones to the bathroom to wash their hands, and when we entered, the music got much louder overhead. It was one of those bathrooms where there’s no stalls, just you. Blaring through the speakers was Jackson Browne’s “Somebody’s Baby”. Oh, I love that song so much, ever since I was a little girl. I loved it before I knew it was in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, because, you know, I was six. My mom wouldn’t even let me watch “The Facts of Life”, because “Those girls were sassy.” But that song just shot me right back.

Of course, I had to dance. Baby W went over to the tampon receptacle and began using the top as a drum, keeping perfect time. E, ever proper, rolled her eyes as she washed her hands, sleeves rolled up.
“Moooooom,” she said. “You don’t have to DANCE.”

I shimmied, singing into my rolled up paper towel microphone, as W eyed me earnestly, the rhythm section.

“Oh yes, I do, my friend,” I said. “Oh, yes I do.”

In the car, the littles fell asleep. And no one ate their supper. But when they’re 15? That’s the kind of day they’ll remember. Even as they roll their eyes.

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  1. Brenda-SeriouslyMama Thursday - 30 / 10 / 2008 Reply
    Best. Mom. Ever!!! This is why I love you. Schedules and healthy stuff is great but you've gotta mix it up once in a while! Great job, mama! Brenda-SeriouslyMama’s last blog post..I need a Paranormal Evacuation, stat!
  2. Brenda-SeriouslyMama Thursday - 30 / 10 / 2008 Reply
    is great, are great. Whatevah! ;-) Brenda-SeriouslyMama’s last blog post..I need a Paranormal Evacuation, stat!
  3. Wife and Mommy Thursday - 30 / 10 / 2008 Reply
    Fun times! You're absolutely right--it's the kind of experience they won't forget. Good for you for being a "bad" mom, although I think it makes you a good one!! Wife and Mommy’s last blog post..When I grow up...
  4. Susan Thursday - 30 / 10 / 2008 Reply
    My sister reminded me that once in a blue moon we would have donuts and apple cider for dinner. We've made it a tradition. Susan’s last blog post..despite unfathomable odds
  5. Issa Thursday - 30 / 10 / 2008 Reply
    Sometimes it's the best thing you can do to just let all the rules go....even if it's just for a few hours. I'll never forget the night my mom let us have ice cream and popcorn for dinner and watch movies, on a school night. Am jealous of you. We don't have Krispy kreme here. I'd about kill for one right now. The blueberry ones are my favorite.
  6. Chris Thursday - 30 / 10 / 2008 Reply
    Those kids will never look back fondly on how many times they ate vegetables for dinner or how many times they went to bed on time. They will always remember Mom getting down to a little JB in the bathroom of the KK. Well done.
  7. steenky bee Thursday - 30 / 10 / 2008 Reply
    Hahaha! I love that they won't eat dyes. Sugar, yes. Food coloring, no. You know, I'm going to have to take the kids to KK soon. My boy would get a kick out of watching all the doughnuts move on by... steenky bee’s last blog post..The Spin Cycle: Children of the Corn(field)
  8. Jesica Thursday - 30 / 10 / 2008 Reply
    Ahhh - another sister in the Bad Mommy Sisterhood! I've been known to feed my kids cake for breakfast, banana splits for dinner, and let them get up in the middle of the night to play in a rain storm. They love me on those days. :) Jesica’s last blog post..Cancer? Psh! Whatever!
  9. Tiffani Saturday - 01 / 11 / 2008 Reply
    Nothing wrong with cutting loose now and then. Getting shots definitely rates some Krispy Kreme. Tiffani’s last blog post..Hangin' Tough
  10. fruitlady Sunday - 02 / 11 / 2008 Reply
    The only bad mom part of that story is that you let them get anything except the original donuts. Those are the best hot off the cooker! fruitlady’s last blog post..Yoga Challenge Day 1
  11. piglet Monday - 03 / 11 / 2008 Reply
    oh yeah, those kind of days are awesome. definitely one they'll remember. i am jealous of your having krispy kreme, they've mostly all closed in our area. they just opened a dunkin donuts and my GOD those people have no idea how to do donuts. my husband tho, he loves it as he drew up in the northeast. piglet’s last blog post..down with vampires (but not the bloodsucking kind, they’re ok).
  12. maggie, dammit Monday - 03 / 11 / 2008 Reply
    mmmmmmmm, DOHHHHHH NUUUUUUTTTSSSSSSSS maggie, dammit’s last blog post..Domestic Violence blog update; final contenders announced - please vote!
  13. Naomi Wednesday - 26 / 11 / 2008 Reply
    Late chiming in, and am reading furtively trying to play catch up with your writings .... THIS one rocks ... I love that you danced!

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