why I could be the world's worst mommy
I'll give you three choices. You decide.
- Amara's school was holding its Mother's Day "tea" Monday afternoon. Afternoon. You know, the ideal time for a working mom. I promised Amara I would go. But then I realized I was working by myself that day. Then we had breaking news. That's television speak for not-a-chance-in-hell-can-you-leave. I was so torn. Luckily I had Dad2Amara. He told me "how could you?" then reminded me, "she's your daughter." Ain't he sweet and supportive. So after an agonizing afternoon at work, I finally made it to her school for the last ten minutes of the program. I sobbed the entire drive from work to her school. I was the only mom not at her school.
- Amara told Dad2Amara that she wanted to watch her new television show tonight. Hell's Kitchen. And yes, my four year old said hell.
- Before turning in for the night, Amara told me she was "sad" because I was late to her school yesterday. It made her "nervous." Bad mommy.
I just don't win. Another typical day for a mother.