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There’s a lot I wanted to post  this week:

How can you tell your kid not to cry when he has to leave a playdate? Conrad is a total waterworks when it comes to saying goodbye and it breaks my heart and I feel embarrassed for him at the same time.

And why does my 4-year old think I have a “a pair of nuts” (his words!)? And how I can I get him to stop saying that phrase in a way that will make him listen instead of burst out laughing?

But now that I’m better and ready to get back to work the week has flown by writing my Disney trip story for more.com and pointing to sites for W. But I’m not really back yet. David, my darling husband gently tried to ask me that maybe I could wake up before 7:45 when the boys need to leave for school at 8:20. Sometimes my mother wasn’t awake when I had to leave for school and it always made me feel funny. Now here I am stumbling downstairs in my nightgown with 20 minutes to get out the door. And there is so little food in our house I almost had to make the boys butter sandwiches with the heel of the bread.

But the best bad mommy moment of the week:  I completely spaced on a Dashiell’s parent teacher conference yesterday and didn’t realize it until I was having drinks with the first grade mom’s at Tierney’s after the PTA meeting last night. I was engrossed in conversation with my friend Suzi about how we could develop an email campaign to keep our school a K-5 (huge long local story) when I realized I completely bailed on his conference.

Instant cursing. Cold sweat. Complete shame. My friends told me that it happens, teachers understand—seriously, they kept saying seriously, don’t feel bad. One friend even told me she forgot her son’s conference when she was pregnant with her third and took her kids out for pizza instead only to bump into the teacher who asked why she hadn’t shown up which made my friend burst into tears.

This morning I was contrite and we rescheduled for 5:20 tonight. Feel free to me an email so I don’t forget.

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