I am the worst soccer mom in the neighborhood, if not the whole state.
Yesterday, the Great complained of a sore throat, was whiny and cried when I yelled at him for not coming to dinner on time - this is significant because the kid could be yelled at by a marine and he'd say something snotty like say, "But, Mr Mariiiine, I'm watching my power ranger shoooowww." He also usually is at the table and is asking for seconds before I get to sit down.
This morning he said it was ok, he seemed ok, went to school ok, and I commmenced upon shopping with Punkinhead ALL DAY. But did I ever once feel his forehead? No.
About 1 pm, just about the time the Great was laying limply in the nurse's office at school, cheeks flaming, crying because they couldn't find Mommy, I noticed my cell phone was dead.
Fortunately my neighbor brought him home and put him to bed. He's asleep and alll sweaty and hotter than hell.
And no, I wasn't Christmas shopping at the mall, really. I was just wandering and buying some stuff for me. Next time your old mum lays a massive guilt trip, just remember - she's got lots of guilt to go around. She's only trying to share the wealth.
Bad Mommy. Bad, bad mommy.
*sigh* I'm not even in the mood for M&Ms.