World’s Worst Mother Award

So, my mom went home today. The kids are very sad, as they realize this means the end of freshly-baked brownies and cookies on a regular basis. The Moth has actually started calling me Grandma-Mommy, and is quite perturbed that “Unca John took my Grandma in his car.”

Not one hour after my mother left, Timothy took a header down the cellar steps. He has, I think a very bruised (if not broken) nose that bled for quite a while this afternoon.

I ask you, how could G-d give a loser like me a license to parent. It’s quite wrong, I tell you.

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