I’ve felt a bit less than awesome in the parenting department lately. The boys haven’t been on nearly enough play dates in the last couple months, and they’re getting stir crazy. Back in November one of the little girls next door invited us to her birthday party at Chuck E Cheese, but we couldn’t make it because it was the same day as Sidekick’s birthday.
I promised the boys we could go another time. They were eager to check out the games and pizza and awesome fun that their friends described. But then Minion was born. “Soon, soon,” I assured. Then the holidays came. Then we landed in the hospital. “Soon, kids, we’ll have fun soon. I promise!”
Mom fail much?