ALL SHE CARES ABOUT IS HER JOB (or Mom Fail)

So I was cleaning out my car the other day and I came across this in the backseat:

My first thought was: “Aw, how sweet, my daughter’s journaling how much she loves her family!”

And then I opened it…

Sad, right??? I could practically hear Cat’s in the Cradle playing in the background.

(NOTE: My daughter has a habit of drawing when she’s angry…I think she’s a tortured artist in the making!)

My favorite part: The alphabetized laptop keys. Wait! Is it bad that I have a favorite part???

Seriously, I get it. There’s no excuse for ignoring my kids, but in my defense (lame justification to follow) I’ve been working under a tough deadline. All day, every day. My friends think I hate them because I don’t answer the phone or respond to their emails. My house is a mess because my husband performs “guy cleaning” which we all know just isn’t the same as real cleaning. And now, to top it all off, apparently I’ve said “just a minute” or “maybe later” one too many times to my nine-year-old.

So yeah, I owe her big time. When I told her I was planning a Mommy-Daughter day of shopping, lunch, and extra ice cream for dessert, she loved the idea!

Does she really need to know that we do this every year, it’s called back-to-school shopping? Don’t you dare tell her!