By Heather O.
Sometimes I am a good mom. Really, I am.
Other days, I kinda suck.
And some days, it goes both ways.
Yesterday, I took my kid to the grocery store and ordered a custom cake for his birthday, completely fitting with the “theme” he picked out months ago (what can I say, he likes to be prepared. No, he didn’t get that from me.). Good mom.
Today, I picked him up 20 minutes late from preschool because I was hurridly trying to finish things at work that should have been easier to get done. When I finally picked him up, Jacob clung to me and told me, “I was so worried about you.” Bad mom.
After we got home from preschool, we played a rousing game of dominos together, complete with explanations about numbers. Good mom.
The dominos game was from Wendy’s where we stopped after preschool because I didn’t have time to eat lunch. Bad mom.
I woke up early with him and read Spiderman in the newspaper with him. Good mom.
I just plugged him into the TV to watch “Go Diego Go” while I blog. Bad mom.
Sometimes I just feel a little schizophrenic.
If you’ll excuse me, I have to get some cookies out of the oven to feed to my son while I snuggle with him to watch the last part of Diego. Good mom.
The cookies were frozen and came straight out of a package. Bad mom. (sigh)
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