|Bode got ahold of my head lamp today. He thinks he's a superhero.|
|I was dying to color this one in, but the late night Pats game sabotaged my morning routine.|
|The CFNE playpen. Suckerrrrr.|
|Jonah reading to me at the bus stop this morning. Yes, I was that lazy that we drove 4 houses up and sat in the car. Today was not my day to be a supermom. It just wasn't.|
It must've been almost a year ago when Chris Spealler and his family came to spend a few days at our house. Right before they were about to take off to head to Logan, our entire family got the barf bug...except me. Not just that, but my ex-husband's entire family got it, too. We warned the Spealler's, but they were confident that it'd all "work out".
Of course, it started to run through each of their family members, one by one, while they were here.When Chris' wife, Sarah, finally got it they threw the towel in and headed to a hotel.
That day, I drove Bode down to Legacy Place to a baby store that was going out of sale and throwing this huge sale. I almost NEVER take Bode shopping, but I didn't want to be bothering the Spealler's as they were situating themselves...and, sales like this only happen once in a lifetime.
I spent about an hour raking through the stuff in the store, building a pile of baby stuff that I was finally going to purchase. Poor Bode had had it. I was sweating bullets because I felt like that mom who insisted on dragging their 6 month old around while she shops when he should really be somewhere being intellectually stimulated or something.
Right as I am about to finish my endless transaction, Bode looks me dead in the eyes and vomits all over me...and an entire 6 foot radius around us. Total crime scene. You can't even imagine the looks I was getting from other parents in the store whose kids were nearby...totally freaking out. The employees were horrified, so I took the mop and got to work while trying to keep Bode from touching anything...which you can imagine is impossible. It was a train wreck.
Twenty minutes later, we were hauling ass out of that place like our lives were on the line. The store was willing to let me pull my car up to the store and they would run my purchases out quickly, which was MORE than nice at that point.
I was desperate to just get Bode in the car and get over there before they called DSS on me. Of course, while I was walking up to my car on that Friday night, there were 8 cars fighting over my spot in the front row. So, at this point I was freakishly rushing around trying to get out of that spot.
While I pulled out of the spot, I could see that my Bluetooth was losing it's signal from the music streaming in from my iPhone. I knew what that meant: I had dropped my brand new iPhone 5 somewhere around that spot.
But, at that point there was so much traffic surrounding that area I could barely figure out which spot I was in. After I picked up my stuff from the store, I went right back to the spot that I thought I was at, parked my car in the middle of the road because I couldn't leave Bode, and started crawling under the cars near the spot I was in.
People were losing it. I can't believe no one ran me over...intentionally. Finally, I had to give up and decided to go to the Apple store to see what I could do.
Long story short (but, not really, because this is pretty long already), we tracked down my phone and were able to see that someone had picked it up and we could, literally, watch them walking towards the Apple store with it.
We called it, sent it alarms and messages, and left voicemails all telling them how to reach us and where we were at. A few minutes after we started tracking them, they shut my phone off...and, it was all over. The Apple guy said he'd seen and heard this happen hundreds of times before and my chances of ever getting it back were slim to none.
I stood there, covered in hour old vomit, as was Bode, thoroughly defeated.
It was time to head home and start the self-coaching: you're lucky your family is okay, it's just a phone, you locked it and can recover stuff from the Cloud, it's not that bad.
And, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that bad. James ended up giving me an extra iPhone 4 that he didn't need, so that was better than having to buy one to replace my other one. But, what really ate away at my soul was that someone would so blatantly take from someone like that. There are people out there that would be given many opportunities to make the right decision...a good decision...and, they didn't do it.
That whole situation made it my mission in life to make good decisions, to do the right thing especially when it affects others.