"Mommy why do you have to work?" My son said when I picked him up from daycare
"To pay the bills sweetie." I sigh
"Mommy you missed our field trip because of your stupid job!" he says sobbing
"I am sorry honey" hugging my son "I couldn't get out of this silly meeting"
Because the big tears rolling down his sad little face are breaking my heart I say "Lets go buy a new 'Thomas the Tank Engine'!"
"YEAH! I LOVE YOU MOM! You are the BESTEST Mommy in the WORLD!" Smiles abound... my guilt subsides a smidgen.
I fell host to a myriad of parenting errors out of nothing but sheer guilt. Which is why I am sure my children now behave like the spawn of Satan.
They all blame me for everything that is wrong in their lives...along with the economy, the war, the price of gas, blah blah blah - you know the drill.
The other day there was a shining ray of light in the darkness of parental doom, a small spark of hope. I over heard my beautiful 21 y/o daughter telling her friend "I wish I would have listened to my mom when I was a kid, she is really smart about life".
I was so happy I wanted to take her shopping for some new shoes.
I wiped a tear from my eye then I heard my 17 y/o son call me an "dumb ass' under his breath as he was walking from the room.
As usual teenagers always have a way of sucking you back to reality.
My guilty shopping problem has extended to my dogs. Just call me Miss Anthropomorphism.
Guilt is a tool Ranger expertly wields with his cute face, freakishly large ears, expressive eyes. Ranger has been moping around like a sloth on downers since I said I wanted to trade him in for Kiddo.
How do we solve that dilemma?
Why a NEW Jolly Ball of Course!
"YEAH! A new JOLLY BALL! Awesome I totally killed my last one!"
"OHHHHHH Mom this is apple scented! YUM!"
"I love you Mom! You are the BESTEST Mommy in the world"
"Yum yum yum"