I could blame it on my damaged brain, carelessness, but something funny happened the other night at the grocery store.

My daughter and I set out to make a quick run to the local Wal-Mart. WE usually never go at night/dusk, but for some reason we needed to go. I always make a mental not to remember what # row we parked, b/c I have lost my car in the parking lot before. It was dark, so I had to make a mental map note.

We did our business and came out the door. I spotted our car fast, but swore I had parked 2 more rows over to the right. I was tired and just glad to see my old trusty car waiting patiently for us. The car magnet should of been a giant red flag, b/c my car doesn't sport any magnets of any kind. This is bad... I tell my kiddo to go ahead and get in the car, I am still putting everything in my purse perfect... Kiddo jumps in, then jumps out with a terrified look on her face. "Mommy, our car smells funny!!!" "Mommy there is a purple jacket in the back seat too. Mommy, our steering wheel looks funny also."

I wasn't listening well, and then I got it... This is the wrong car!!!! Of course we walked 2 rows over to the right and there is where our car sat. My kiddo was never so glad to get in the backseat of the car. For all I know, she may think all X colors of X brand cars have the same universal key, b/c she was very shaken up. It was cute/funny. I can laugh at myself and the mistakes. I am just glad, that there was no warm body in the car waiting on a friend/family member, b/c that really would of spooked her.

When a situation like that happens, I think it makes her doubt my competency of a Mommy, b/c she tends to put on her parental ballcap.

I did however, put her faith/trust back in me last night TG. I was in a wild/silly mood. She was standing on the bed. I backed my rump up next to the bed, and said "Get on cowgirl!" patting my back. She nervously climbed her 40 pound body on my back, with her arms gently around my neck. We trotted off to her bedroom, while my tongue/mouth made hoof sounds. My stroke hand was even pretending to help hold her under her rump. I got the best compliment of the year after that.."Mommy you are sooo strong." If she could only of heard my silent prayers that I was sending up..."Please don't fall, ankle support us.."

If I didn't have my kiddo sometimes I wonder if I would have the will to live to get better??

Having a young child sure does help with the pushing. It is very hard too, b/c my brian hasn't relearned patience.