Wednesday, December 06, 2006

And the award for worst parent of the week goes to ....

me. Again. I forgot Spencer's parent-teacher conferences yesterday. Seriously, who told me I was prepared to be a parent? I can't keep goldfish alive and I'm supposed to remember conferences? For that matter, I don't have the memory of a goldfish (3 seconds, from what I hear) and thus I should never have contemplated having children.

On the other hand, a moms' night out last night was just what I needed.

Well, that and a new appointment for a conference. Ugh.

6 comments:

  1. Anonymous4:49 PM

    Ahh your not a bad mom at all!! And anyway - theres always next year!! :0)

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  2. Anonymous7:45 PM

    I wish I would've forgotten....

    :(

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  3. What? No day-timer? No wonder you had to leave California!

    You're a good mother. Your kids are lucky. One of the surest signs? When you screw up, you care.

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  4. Anonymous8:15 AM

    Who ever said the Mom has to remember everything? We all do our best and need to give "us" a break. Guilt is the most non-productive emotion and you know that I am the "queen of guilt" and have to tell myself that each day. You're a good Mom! Have a margarita and "dance till you fall". Yeah, Jimmy Buffett!! Love, Mom

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  5. It seems like good moms (like you) are always the hardest on themselves.

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  6. I forget stuff all of the time and Michael still loves me. And that is what counts. :)

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