Mom Guilt

Let me take you back a few months.  No, actually, let's go back further.  When I was a new teacher in Richardson, I decided that it was time to spread my wings and get an apartment of my own.  My mom and sisters convinced me that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.  However, I insisted that it was time for me to find out.  No matter what they said, I was convinced that it was something I needed to do.  It turns out that they were correct, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.  But I had to find that out on my own.  It didn't matter what they said, because they had lived in apartments before.  I had lived at home all through college and during my first year of teaching.  I had to know for myself.

Fast forward a lot of years:  Caroline was convinced that she wanted a bunk bed.  I tried to tell her that it wasn't going to fit in her room.  But she kept hounding us to get a bunk bed.  One evening, we came across a bunk bed that we could get free (we needed to buy the mattress) if we wanted it. I decided that this was a good life lesson for Caroline.  She wasn't going to be convinced until she'd experienced it.  So,  Kevin got the bed and brought it home, and put it together for Caroline.  We installed a new fan because the one she had interfered with the bed itself.  This was back in May.  We got the bed put together, and she was ecstatic about the new arrangement, even though it took a good chunk of her room away and made it somewhat cramped.

Present day: Caroline and her grandmother have decided to update Caroline's room and make it more of a "teenager's" room.  She's getting a new bedroom suite and a fresh coat of paint (same color).  However, this means that the bunk bed has to go.  Actually, all of her old furniture has to go.  Because I felt like this would be a good life lesson, I told her that I had no problem with her new room plan, but there was one condition.  She had to do the grunt work for taking the bed apart.  Kevin was just the muscle.  Well, tonight was the big project.  All went well until the very end.  I got a text from Caroline that said she hurt her foot.  Then I got another text from Kevin asking for a bag of ice.  When I inquired as to why, it turns out that the VERY last beam that the had to take down for the bed fell and landed on Caroline's foot.  Her big toe to be exact.  So as I sit here recording this post, she's sitting on the couch with her foot in a bucket of ice.  I told Kevin that I was glad he was there and not me, because my response would've been something along the lines of, "Well, do you see why I told you to wear shoes?"  Yep, my Florence Nightingale skills were used up years ago (but that's another post).

Yep, Mom Guilt is in full mode tonight.