Ever have a parenting moment so humiliating it makes you consider joining the Witness Protection Program? I had one last weekend.
My almost 5-year-old daughter and I were having a snowball fight in an open area at the playground. After a while, she started throwing ice chunks, so I told her the snowball fight was over. I bumped into a mom friend, who had her one-year-old baby daughter strapped to her in a Bjorn. As we were talking, I watched in horror as a snowball flew past and hit the baby square in the face. Whirling around, I realized the culprit was my daughter (!!), who had taken off and was sobbing on the other end of the playground.
Never have I wished for some kind of beam-me-up technology more. My husband, who was also there, started apologizing profusely while I went after my daughter. Half annoyed that I can’t have a 2-minute adult convo without my kid clamoring for my attention, and half dying inside for her (she’d meant to hit me, not the baby), I found her and enveloped her in a hug. And then I marched her over and had her make a (barely audible) apology.
Luckily, the baby barely even flinched (she’s got a rough older bro), and the mom was beyond understanding and cool about the whole thing.
But still: I died.
What’s your most embarrassing parenting moment? Please tell me I’m not the only one.