As the mother of a one-year old I have extensive experience in bad planning. Over the past few weeks I've neglected to notice my son make it all the way upstairs and then tumble down the stairs with my hair dryer in his hands, I've walked into the living room and found him sucking on the top of a container of eyeglass cleaner, and most recently I backed my huge ass into him in the kitchen and sent him flying about six feet into a tile floor. But, maybe most pathetic, is the unfortunate circumstance of continuing to miss his little school events. I was the only "no-show mom" for his mother's day pageant. My husband said that when he picked him up at 5:15p.m. all the lights were out and Ben was alone sitting on the Director's lap in the front office. He was the last child there because every other kid went home with their mom at 4p after the show. And, most recently, I missed what was called the "Imagination Celebration". Ben was in a parade wearing a costume he helped make (an Orange crayon).
