The worst mother ever has struck again!
I have been awake since 2:00 am. Well, except for like the hour nap from 5:00 to 6:00 am where in the middle of it I was woken by kindergartner shaking my iPod two millimeters away from face because it was a cool picture of Wall-E. I hate Wall-E.
That is not why I am the worst mother (today at least).
When I finally did drag my happy ass out of bed to start the day... Jamba Mama tried to follow and rolled right on to the floor.
She is fast for being chubby.
As I held her and cried at my inability to keep the Bébé safe, Goofy came to see what was wrong. I was muttering how I was the worst mother and his reply.... "Yes, you are... or something."
As if to say, "maybe not the worse mother but you are something..." Sigh. He said it in such a matter-of-fact way. He must be right.
But then… I took a shower, drank some coffee, went to work, called the sitter to check on the Bébé and you know what… Not the worst mother. Just one who needs more sleep.