I'm a working Mom. Sometimes this is helpful to me, as I get out of things like afternoon PTA meetings that I should probably be excited about attending but am not, or like having to volunteer to take a turn manning the table at numerous bake sales and fund raisers. But other times, I feel bad about being a working Mom. I don't get to help out reading in my son's classroom. I don't get to pick him up from school, or play in the yard with him before dinner. I suppose it's a trade off, but it often makes me feel guilty and there's nothing worse than Mom guilt.
Anyway, early this week, I received a note from school in my son's backpack informing me that it is family reading month and that parents are invited to story time in the classroom on a certain day. That day was today and I just so happened to have the day off. It was finally a chance to show the teacher and the other Moms that I'm not a slacker-never-involved-in-what-my-kid-is-doing-at-school sort of Mom. I decided that even though I might prefer to sleep in (story time for the Kindergarten class is at 8:30am) there was no way that I would miss it. I wouldn't have my poor son being the only one who's Mom never showed up...
...and so I did.
...and I was the only one there.
The teacher looked shocked that anyone showed up. I guess I don't need to worry so much about being a slacker Mom.