No, this is not a post a poor me post. There are days when I know I am not being superwoman. There are only so many balls I can juggle. Between mom, therapist, doctor, worker and wife.
There are days when I forget to put a sandwich in the lunchbox. Yes, I did, not this morning but recently. I have sent Allie to school three days in a row without bathing her. No she didn’t stink. At least I hope not. I have tried to convince Allie not to attend her school social events and forgot to feed them lunch on the weekend. Unless cookies and yogurt count.
On Monday I seriously took the cake of so-not-mom of the year. Okay, I ate the cake that I had hidden from the girls. In the closet. But I digress.
Boo had a field trip. After the last field trip there was no way I wanted to go and work provided a handy excuse. Since I was already taking time off this week for another of Boo’s appointments I could not justify being out of the office. Of course as so often happens, husband was also working.
I sent Boo on a field trip by herself. Okay, not herself, she was with her aide. I did have her tag pinned to her back letting anyone who may find her, if she wandered, what to do. I was a nervous wreck. But I left her anyway. She may have been the only preschooler without a parent there and she couldn’t care less. From what I am told she had a fabulous time. I still worry that I have scarred her by not being there.
As we got ready for the day my husband and I were talking about how we couldn’t go with Boo and how nervous we were. As I dropped Allie off at the bus stop she said:
Why are you so upset about not going on Boo’s field trip? It’s not like you have ever gone to any of mine.
Yup, not only is Allie the master of the understatement she is also the master of Mommy Guilt. Her revenge?
The Spring Concert. Tonight we are attending the grades 1-4 Spring Music Concert. As Allie is in 3rd grade that means we have to sit thru two grades singing two songs each and then the intermission. Did I mention the Bruins first Stanley Cup game is tonight?
The one upside to not winning mom of the year is that I won’t have to dust the mantle for display purposes.