Worst Mom Ever

   Yet again I find myself in the worst mom ever category.  I seem to be here about every other day (maybe every day if you ask my kids).  Jacob's birthday was yesterday and I asked his teacher if I could bring treats and she of course said "yes".  Well, as I never really plan ahead in life, I did not have any treats ready as of yesterday morning.  So I said to myself, I'll just go buy something at the store...guilt...how can you not make a special treat for your sweet kiddo for his birthday???? So of course I give into the guilt and decide to make some sugar cookies (P.S.- I hate making sugar cookies! What a pain!!!  I hate rolling them out and they stick to the counter and the rolling pin, then you have to somehow get them off the counter and onto a baking sheet and then let them cool and then decorate them...AHHH! I'm getting stressed just thinking about it)  But alas, sugar cookies were the only thing I had all the ingredients for, so I started baking.  Mind you I did not have any frosting (making my own was out of the question, for this failure of home ec.), so I decided to just use sprinkles as decoration.  Perfect.  The cookies actually turned out fine, but that is not the end of the story...
   The day before Jacob's birthday, Libby started holding her ear and then spent the night screaming (and barfing up the ibuprofen) because she had an ear infection. I was able to get Libby a doctor's appt for 11:00 in the morning, and I had to be at school at 1:30 for treats, so I figured I would have to make cookies that morning because I can't go to the store now with a sick kid, and I now need to take Libby out to grandma's house after her appointment instead of taking her to the school with me.
   Well, in my sleep deprived state while baking cookies, I forgot how to count...and I thought I had baked 30 cookies to take (recipe said it made 38-40...liars), but had actually only baked 25.  Well, there are 27 kids in Jacob's class, so as my sweet birthday boy was passing out cookies he came to the end of the bag and there was no cookie left for him, and two of his friends had to split a cookie in half to each have one.   Oh, the look on his sweet little face! I am a jerk.
   Well my sweet boy was very gracious and did not cry, he just passed out the last cookie to his friends.  I was so proud of the way he gave his treat to his friends I could have cried.  I would love to have a great excuse about how I work so much that I just don't have enough time in the day to do a good job, but the real confession here is that the day before the birthday (before the ear infection drama started) Libby had been at school, and then at a friends house, and I had the whole morning and early afternoon to myself. Probably should have gone to the store instead of screwing around all day, just sayin'.
   I did take him out for ice cream after school to redeem myself (thank you Lord that I have the means to go out for spontaneous ice cream), and then out to grandma and grandpa's house to celebrate.  I love that little boy (who is looking and acting more and more like a man everyday) so much.  Maybe, just maybe, he'll get me to grow up into a responsible mom before he is too old to need a mom.