I've been so busy that I've neglected giving you a report on my son's preschool play, which, by a small but influential vote, I was urged to attend. Despite the week from you-know-what, my husband being out of town, yada yada yada.
I'm glad I went. So thank you for the nudge. (Most of all, major thanks to You Know Who You Are, another mom from the class who graciously volunteered to take my kids for an afternoon play date so I could catch up on work later.)
It was a 15-minute play his class performed about nursery rhymes, which they've been studying. Sam froze momentarily before delivering his one line, but then spoke it with gusto: "I didn't even get any bread. Could I please have some water?"
Yes, he was one of the children who lives in a shoe.
He was very happy and surprised to see me at the end. "I thought you were going to stay home," he said, as if I'd prefer to be lounging on the couch with Oprah than watching his star turn.
And now -- that Guilty Mom poll was so much fun that it shouldn't be the last. Do you have a dilemma to submit to the ruthless vote of the readership? I'll create a poll for you and we can all follow the results.