Mom guilt

I think moms are particularly good at feeling guilty.  And I'm no exception.  I carry a fair amount of guilt all the time for working and putting my kids in daycare.  And then there's the bad mom moments I have on a regular basis that pile the guilt on a little thicker. Some days I have a lot of bad mom moments. The last couple of days have been chock full of them. Like when I hit Alex's head against the door frame.  Or the car.  Or an assortment of other hard objects.  Like when Ben takes off running without warning and I finally catch up to him several rooms later, but not before the security guard's found him and they've started looking for me. Or maybe when Alex screams at the top of his lungs b/c he's sick and tired of being dragged in and out of his carseat so his mom can sample the world's finest chocolate.  Or how about when I appease my 3 year old by letting him give his infant brother a gun to hold?   Just a peek into my awesome parenting skills...don't call protective services.

Ben's quote of the day:  Me:  Look there's the Bountiful temple.  Ben:  Oh, does it have bouncy things you can jump on in it?