guilt

My daughter loved the classic Curious George books when she was about two. Those stories are from another time when parents apparently had nothing to do. Each runs at least fifty pages. Fifty pages. To make matters worse, she had memorized the stories, which meant I couldn’t fudge it and skip over large swaths of text.

Leading up to the start of school starts and I've been wracked with guilt and a little bit of sadness. As are apparently half of the other moms in my neighborhood.