bad mommy

I could again be nominated for the world's worst mommy.

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.