
I live a particularly charmed life (though maybe not successful, it depends on your definition). I work about 30-40 hours per week from September - May and then I work 10 hours a week from June-August. I work "Mother's Hours" and am usually able to pick up my son from school. So why is it that I feel
guilty when we're both home and he's all, "How can you expect me to play on my own?" And I'm all, "Dude! This curry isn't going to cook itself, and do you WANT fresh underwear?"