Rules are made to be broken, right? Before school was out, I told my daughter she was limited to an hour and a half of tv time per day. But, the bottom line is I need to finish this book this week. Yesterday it was chilly and raining and none of her playmates were available. Being the good mother that I am, I told her until the book was finished, the time limit on the boob tube was off and she was free to turn her brain to mush by watching as much tv as she wanted. :confused: I think that certainly earned me a parenting award — yeah, the Bad Mom Award. Oh, well. It’s not the first time and it surely won’t be the last. :satisfied:
On an equally fascinating note, there’s this weird cosmic connection between my hair and my deadlines. Could I ever get through the last week of a book without having too little time, too much hair, and godawful roots? Apparently not. There’s definitely a cut, color and a pedicure in my future…next week.
Jen
