Downhill from There

No matter how confidant you are of your parenting skills, there will come a time when you truly believe that you are the Worst Mother Ever.

I had one of those moments this morning.

Funny how most of those moments come during the morning for me.

I had planned on getting up somewhat early and taking the kids to Plimoth Plantation. My daughter had studied all about it in school last year and she's been excited to go. But I couldn't drag my sorry carcass out of bed.

Even after I got the kids a healthy breakfast of fresh Dunkin Donuts (ahem), I somehow managed to climb back into bed and fall asleep. The bedroom I've been using here in our summer house is right off the kitchen, so I kept half an ear on the kids and dozed on and off all morning.

We didn't get out to lunch until after 1 p.m.

Maybe I was compensating and trying to assuage my Mother's Guilt, but we spent the rest of the day going, going, going. First the playground, where we were surprised by a phone call from my husband. Then the bookstore, carousel, arcade, and bumper boats with water cannons. Since I was soaking wet, I picked up Burger King on the way home.

How did a day in which I had planned a much anticipated educational outing turn into a day of arcade games and junk food?

The people who love me are always telling me to give myself a break. I guess they're right. But I just set three alarm clocks for tomorrow morning. I'm getting to Plimoth Plantation even if it kills me.

Without junk food to look forward to, it just might.