Why My Kids Will Probably Need Therapy: Reason No. 23

I've decided to just make a running list of all my parental screw ups. While this may seem morbid and depressing, I think in the long run when I'm able to just hand over a list to my children's future therapist; I'd like to think I'd be seen as efficient.

We're at church on Sunday and Drew is, wait for the shocker--acting horrible during Sacrament Meeting. (First hour of three, with one more week until the sweet release of Nursery for the last two hours.) Rhett happens to be on the end of the row holding him, with the other 3 children in between us.

*Side note*--When Rhett and I were newlyweds we'd see couples who'd sit at church with their kids in between them and we'd make each other promise that we would never let that happen to us. Even if we had 10 kids, we would always sit and snuggle next to each other. I mean, why sit all the way across the pew from each other when the children could just sit next to us quietly and reverently?? How sad to let the romance die like that.

So Drew starts to squirm and fuss and Rhett gives me that quick glance of: Your week to take him out. I then put my hands up in an exaggerated (and kind of fake) shrug like: I would, but I'm stuck, see, I can't get out.

I then enjoy a lovely meeting with great speakers and a beautiful musical number. I walk out into the foyer after the meeting, filled with goodness and love for my fellow man, to greet Rhett who looks like he wants to tell me just what I can do with all my goodness. Fair enough. Drew has been awful he reports. Worse than the usual Sunday jitters.

"Did he eat this morning?"
"Yes! Of course!"
"Well something is off, he is acting crazy."
"He had to have eaten. You fed him after his bath right?"
"No. Did he eat anything after you dressed him?"

Yeah, we forgot to feed him. The poor thing isn't stir crazy, he's starving. My mom says there's something to that fourth child. You're always forgetting stuff. She pointed out that our family's fourth is Eric and I'm all, "Oh yeah, we used to forget him at the church all the time!"

Bless his heart we really did seem to forget him places. You'd think with seven kids, it wouldn't be the same kid forgotten over and over. But oddly enough..... At least Drew will have someone to commiserate with when he's older. For now, if you happen to be at the church and see Drew walking around, and our car gone...call me.

Forgetting Eric one year after picking out a Christmas tree.