Amara's birthday was a blast. Sure, it was low key. We only had plans to be with Grandma and Grandpa2Amara and Lola and Lolo2Amara all day.
But it was Amara's day.
And I got called into work.
It started with calls to the station around noon.
Then I had to leave her party.
She was so sad.
So was I.
And all I could think was "how do other working moms do it?"
Fortunately I think Amara will forgive me.
Now I just need to figure out how to forgive myself.
I hate mommmy guilt.
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