On Sunday morning I was rushing, again, to get Amelia to Sunday school on time. One of these weeks I'm going to get the Sunday morning routine figured out.
Anyway, Amelia and I were almost to the church when she started talking about milk and how much she loved milk. In fact, she told me that she loved it so much she wanted to have a house full of milk so she could drink it all up with a straw.
And that's when I realized I had rushed her out the door with no breakfast. No banana, no granola bar, not even a lousy cup of milk for the car.
Uh oh.
Amelia kept chattering about milk and I held my breath as we pulled into the parking lot. I was just waiting for her to ask me for her milk, and bracing for the meltdown that was likely to ensue.
I hustled her out of the car and to her classroom, partly so she wouldn't be late, and partly because I was hoping she wouldn't realize her mommy forgot to give her anything to eat or drink that morning.
After Mass I took Amelia to the church hall to buy her a doughnut and milk, something we've never done before. As we stood in line with our goodies she piped up, "Mom, are these for the kids who didn't get breakfast?"
Ouch. Nothing like a good dose of Mommy guilt to get your week off to a great start, is there?
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2 comments:
lol oh dear. well at least you got your kid to Sunday School, I haven't tried taking my little man back to church since he was oooh about 9 months old.
Okay, this story made me laugh out loud. :)
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