Honey, Maybe We Need a Spare Key. . .

– Posted in: Forgetting, Sports, Thank God Your Father's Home, Worst Mom Moments

This is the second visit to World’s Worst Moms for Jules. In this episode, she sets up what she calls, “Yet another opportunity for Dad to be a hero.”


I have two kids (9-year-old boy, 7-year-old girl) and a great husband. And I really enjoy our family. But, if I’m being honest, out of all the members of our little family, I am the most self-centered one. I work full time and my husband is a full-time stay at home dad — so when I go to work, I really do think about my work, myself, my career. . . and where I’m going to get my nails done at lunch, etc.  I don’t need to be two places at once (e.g. both picking kids up from school and attending a conference call at the same time). I don’t need to worry about trying to make sure that our family is properly represented in the classroom when they ask for volunteers to help with Writers Workshop. So, you’d think that on Saturday morning, I could get my act together when it comes to picking up a kid from a sleepover and getting the kids delivered to their soccer games. But evidently that’s not possible. Like a true 1950’s dad, I guess I can’t think about someone else, even just for the morning.

Here’s the plan: I go to yoga early, then pick up kid #1 from sleepover at the designated time (9:00). Because her game is earlier than my son’s, my husband will drive kid #2 to her soccer game (he’s an assistance coach) before I get home from the pick-up. Then, I will make sure kid #1 is in his soccer gear, we will drive to daughter’s soccer game — and we reunite and proceed from there.  Everything is going fine. Early yoga — check. Quick stop by Starbucks — check. Oooh. . . cute little outdoor market on the community green. . . I’ll just browse for 10 minutes and still be on schedule. . . well make that 20 minutes and be about 10 minutes late. . . OMG, I’m now 15 minutes late. I race over to pick up son from sleepover, and all is well. We have plenty of time to still make it to daughter’s soccer game before the second half even begins.

Unfortunately, panic sets in when I pull into the garage and see our other car (we only have two cars) still there. I run into the house, calling for my husband. . . not to be found. What is going on? As I open my purse to put away my keys, I see that I have both his keys AND my keys. He had no keys. I run into the garage and see that his bike and her trail-a-bike are gone. My husband had to strap on his superman cape, and make my then 4-year-old daughter haul ass in the bike lane to her first soccer game 15 minutes away by car, but 30 minutes away by trail-a-bike! 

We arrive at the soccer field, filled with panic and apology, and learn that they arrived just a few minutes late. And he wasn’t even that mad at me. Wow. What a hero. 

3 Comments… add one

Alison l MWT June 13, 2011, 7:43 am

Your husband is a keeper! 🙂
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mominrome June 13, 2011, 9:37 am

ahahahah!!
It must be really cool to have a husband like that!!! 🙂
Can I borrow him?
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Kelly DeBie June 13, 2011, 3:22 pm

Sounds like an amazing guy. 🙂
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