It's 9:16 pm.
My child has just run back to the bag of generic Apple Jacks to grab a handful for the 3rd time.
I am annoyed with her because I am trying to put her to bed.
And then it hits me.
My child didn't eat dinner.
FAIL, Alicia. MAJOR FAIL!
I have been told this frequently happens to children during a move, but it didn't make me feel any better.
She ate a whole quesadilla and a bowl of corn flakes after I realized she was starving. Serves her right for not telling me she was hungry!
P.S. I really don't blame my child for not telling me. Just so you know. That was a jok
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Worst mother of the year. . . .3 years running
Posted by Ali at 10:04 PM
Labels: Evelyn, Motherhood
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1 comments:
I guess I'm in the running, too. I did the exact same thing to Jason tonight except that he was asking for his 4th cup of milk before I realized why...
Glad to see you posting--I feel totally out of the loop on you. Where are you moving to?
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