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The Guilt

It is entirely possible that I am the worst mother in the world.

Today I sent the Small(er) One to school with a runny nose, hacking cough, mild temperature and a 'hurty tummy'. And for what? Because I have a client meeting this morning, nobody else senior who knows anything about the account is around to stand in and I'm too scared of the fall-out if I call to say I can't make it into the office.

Alpha doesn't really understand why I feel so bad about this, plus the days when he could take time off for anything less than hospitalisation are stuck in an increasingly rosy past.

I totallly suck. This totally sucks. And I am getting madder and madder with both myself and the situation by the second.

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Manhattan Mama said…
Hang tight. Hold on. It'll get better. You're not the worst mother. My own mother? Forgot me at school. More than once. Ok, it's not the way we imagined being mothers. But it's the best we can do. And the good will always outweigh the bad. She won't remember sniffling at school. Promise.
7:17 pm
Kate B. said…
I would probably forget them if it wasn't for Wonder Nanny picking them up every day, so I'm not off the hook just yet!

I hope she won't remember. I really, really do.
3:13 am
Anonymous said…
She will grow up thinking that her Mother is a high-flying super woman who buys her incredibly gorgeous clothes, things, etc. instead of feeling ashamed of the drudge at home, baking crap cookies and wearing tacky home-made rags who everybody dumps on. Hang on in there and remember that they want you to look glam at all times. Worst thing in the world - kids who think you are a loser!
12:43 pm
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