Guilt’s a Punk

So, the guilt beast showed up this week with guns blazing.  I’ve been feeling pretty great lately about our family, and that guilt bastard sniffed out my confidence and was like, “WHOAH, THERE SISTER.  It’s been a while since I’ve whacked you with mom guilt.  My bad.  Here you go.” WHAM. Guilt’s a punk.   Today, Gracie had a spaghetti lunch for parents in her classroom.  Chris and I have known about this for a few weeks now, and since it is really hard for him to get across town…

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