Why can't I be the mom that looks the other way? You know... the "bleacher creature" mom or the one that just drops the kids off and pick them up when practice/girl scouts/cub scouts etc... is over.
I never have been that mom and I'm starting to think it's an illness; an incurable one.
Every year I say "I'm done"... "no more"... "stick a fork in me"; but when it comes down to it... I'm right back where I started. Spread thinner than the jelly I put on Justin's PB&J's.
Whats a sucker... I mean mom to do?
Gosh that felt good... now I can get back to "work" :)