Bad Mommy

Is it wrong that I woke up in a cheerful mood this morning because my 8-year-old daughter is going on a field trip today? We’ve been together almost around the clock for seven days and she has once again taken to talking incessantly. She is constantly expressing all that she wants and all that she doesn’t have. She won’t quit and I’m at my wit’s end.

So I'll drop her off and get myself a cup of coffee. And when I return to my quiet, empty, sun-filled apartment, and before I begin my workday ...I will finish Friday's blog. (She just shouted to me from the other room, "Mommy, I love you!)

See, I'm bad, a bad, bad mommy.

Stay tuned.