I’ve got a good story to pull out for St. Patrick’s Day… But first let me tell you a quick story about my sucky mommy skills from last night…
Last night, my son had a ‘test’ at his karate class. Even though he wasn’t REALLY focused, he did pretty well. He got his next belt.
So where is the ‘bad mommy’ part? I didn’t bring a camcorder to record it, I didn’t take pictures while he was doing his routine.
So at the end, when they were putting on his new belt, I pulled out the iPhone and started recording.. you can’t zoom (or I don’t know how) so you can’t really tell it is him… So I was watching it through the phone when I noticed that he was standing there, with the instructor, holding his old belt and looking around. Seems I was supposed to go and get the old belt from him. I suck. So I jumped up and pushed my way through the crowd and and I could hear “THERE she is”. So he ran over and gave me his old belt, I took it, gave him a hug, told him how proud I was of him and he ran back to the group. Did I mention I suck? Only good thing is, I don’t think he realized it last night!
So now on to the Irish funny story.
When I was pregnant, I got an amniocentesis. I don’t recommend this procedure to anyone (that is another story). So when you go into the doctor’s office, you have to fill out paperwork. This helps them determine your ‘risk’ factors. One of the questions is Ethnicity. So I put down mine… Irish, German, Scottish, Indian… and turn to my husband…
Me: “What are you?”
Me: “seriously, come on.”
Him: “I am serious”
Me: “I have to put this shit down on here.”
Him: “I’m 100% Irish.”
Him: *blank stare*
You see how this went. So I put down Irish… So now this is a joke around here… (he is NOT 100% Irish by the way…) But somehow, now my son is 100% Irish. Go figure…. I can’t win.