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Yesterday I forgot to give Middle Child his lunch. It was the second day of school and although my husband and I remembered that he needed a snack, and even remembered to draw a picture (soccer goalie) on the brown paper snack bag, we just forgot that he needed a lunch. Summer-induced amnesia, maybe? Horrifying, in any case.

The school called our babysitter to tell her, but she was at an orthopedist’s appointment with my husband for Baby, who has torticollis (which in his case seems to be nearly imaginary, but what do I know?) So by the time our babysitter was back in town, lunch had come and gone. Middle Child “shared” lunch with two classmates which, as I later learned, meant he got a handful of Veggie Booty and some animal crackers. Just too awful to even think about.

What is worse: that we forgot his lunch, or that he nonchalantly said, “It’s ok, Mom” when I apologized profusely for the parental oversight? Or maybe this is the worst thing: that last night one of his homework assignments was to write his name in Sharpie on his “lunchbox.” I have no idea where our lunchboxes are at the moment, as they were part of the pack-up-the-whole-kitchen-one-day-before-demolition-

which-also-happened-to-fall-on-the-last-day-of-school-

and-Middle-Child ’s-birthday-party. (Code Red stress for moi, as if I have to tell you.)

Middle did finally show some exasperation when I told him I didn’t know where the lunchboxes were, and grudgingly settled to use as a temporary lunchbox this little soft mini cooler thing that I got at work that has WISCONSIN CHEESE in big letters on one side. (One thing I love about Middle Child: he has enough self-confidence to carry a WISCONSIN CHEESE lunchbox. Other children in my family who shall not be named would just be mortified.)

So this morning I did the only sensible thing, which was to go to one of my favorite blogs, Working Moms Against Guilt. This, of course, is the blog with just about the best possible name (after Make Your Own Damn Dinner). I love the women who write this blog but on this particular occasion could find no examples of someone who is as bad a mother as I was today, which in the end is all I'm really looking for. However, WMAG did lead me to The Work/Life Balancing Act, where I devoured the story of a mother actually *doing her child's homework,* which along with forgetting your child's lunch is one of those cardinal sins that we're all guilty of from time to time. Of course I immediately felt better.

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