After yesterday's experience at Little Gym, I felt like a bad mother. I haven't been physically able to engage Sam as much now that I'm little more than a uterus on legs. I don't take him to the playground unless SOB is with me because of an unfortunate incident where I almost got stuck in a tube slide. I was worried he was acting out because of me.
But today? When I picked him up from Jesus school, his new teachers stopped me on the way out to tell me what a delightful boy I have. How he's always so pleasant and good with the other children.
Maybe we should start going to church or something.
4 comments:
oh god no! i pray that you keep that boy out of church!
Do prayers work when you are praying for something that would then reduce the overall amount of praying that goes on in the world?
Definitely! And it just goes to show that apart from his being appalling neglected by his otherwise occupied mother (hahahahahahah) he is a lovely kid. Btw, what is Jesus School?
Ha! Jesus school is what I call the nursery school he goes to. It's run by a presbyterian church.
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