A First

Someone grab the baby book...it's time to record a new "first."

This first is actually mine so perhaps I should dig up my baby book rather than recording such an event in Isaac's book.

Yesterday, I became "that mom"....the one who takes a comment from the preschool teacher and runs with it. Back story: The co-teacher sweetly straps Isaac into his car seat after school. During this process I take the opportunity to ask a fairly innocent question. The reply to such question was not exactly what I thought it would. .

This is the point where Lynley entered into the Land of Mommy Over-Reactions.

Emotions went crazy. A phone call was made to my mother (Rule: Always call your mom en-route to the Land of Mommy Over-Reactions). A second phone call was made to the lead teacher....and then I realized that
A. I was a dork and
B. I was being overly-sensitive about my child for no reason at all.

Ugh.

The worst part is that after I realized I was just being a dork, I called and relayed the whole incident to Tobe at work....and became upset all over again. He was kind, but did ask, "What is your degree in again?"

Um, child psychology. I guess I am a bigger dork than I originally thought.

Please tell me, have you ever entered into the Land of Mommy Over-Reactions where you lost all grasp on reality and was suddenly super-sensitive about your child for no reason?

(And if you haven't, please just lie. My emotions are still a little raw from my dorkiness yesterday. I don't know if I can handle knowing that the population of The Land of Mommy Over-Reactions is 1.)