Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Confessions of a terrible mother # 5467

I am not so secretly hoping for Boy-o's first t-ball game to be rained out tomorrow so that I can otherwise celebrate my birthday. (Or at the very least not have to deal weird socializing with other t-ball parents, who can't figure out who L and I are but will be temporarily too polite to ask).

B-A-D mama. Bad, bad mama.

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1 comment:

  1. Ha! This is a great blog post. I have often felt this way about many events I have to attend.

    Thanks for the laugh this morning.