Working Mom’s Confession

My husband and I have been visiting a church for about six-ish months or so… As in, we’ve been sitting in the very last bench in the back of the church and have avoided others’ eye contact. We like it though. Over the last few weeks we’ve gotten to know a few families with similarly aged children and one thing led to another and we got invited for some “fellowship” time at another family’s home.Free dinner and no clean up, FTW!

The nice stay-at-home wife cooked a delicious Tex-Mex style home-cooked meal, a nice departure from the microwave dinner that I was otherwise planning to serve at my home. The stout head of the house male led our families in prayer over the meal right after my three year old polished off his plate ahead of everyone else and looked at us blankly as we bowed our heads. My kids, admittedly, are not angels… especially in front of strangers.

We even brought along a “dessert” to share! Wonderful Kroger-brand cookies still wrapped in the plastic shell! A working mom’s specialty, I say.

The family we were with was nice enough to judge us to our face. THANKFULLY.

After dinner was done and we moved into the living room while the older boys played I noticed that my three year had a noticeable smell. A familiar noticeable smell coming from his, uh, diaper area. Panic set in my stomach when I realized that I had forgotten to tuck an extra pull-up in my purse. Dang it, my kid and his stinky shit though, it had to be remedied.

I took him into the bathroom to assess the damage, grabbing the baby’s diaper bag on my way around the corner, tossing a calm “we’ll be right back,” over my shoulder.

I tore through that diaper bag, dumping the contents all over the floor looking for something that I could use. CRAP. No diapers either.

So I did what any self-respecting southern Baptist woman would do. I covered up my failure and stole a size 2 diaper out of their kids bedroom and put it on my preschooler. No one would know any different!

This post should also serve as my confession, sorry Jesus.

My son ran back to playing and I joined the circle of adults.

“I don’t know how you stay so on top of everything with working full time, raising family, and keeping track of everything,” our hostess said with a smile.

YEAH. Me either.

About the Writer:
Stefanie is a working mom to Nolan (age 3) and Leah (8 months) currently living in the suburbs of Fort Worth, Texas. She can pretty much be summed up in four simple phrases, Mom. Wife. Artist. Drinker with a writing problem. You can find her on twitter @StefSays and blogging at www.raisingfuturehippies.blogspot.com.