Our wee one turned 6 months old yesterday. Since I have little need to know the date these days (and the fact that I've never been very good at remembering anyhow), that fact didn't dawn on me until just this second.
I have to resist the urge to curse myself for being a bad mom and not having sent our digicam to be fixed. I'll shoot for that to be the goal for Little Miss' next nap.
And so I go...
3 years ago
2 comments:
Dude--half birthdays (even the first) are not grounds for beating yourself up. Parents not dealing with what you're dealing with regularly have such lapses in memory. And the fact that you remembered it before the close of business on the following day definitely excuses you from ill feelings.
chin up.
if that makes you a bad mom, then call me "mommy dearest"...
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