there are a lot of days in summer where i get to dinnertime and i think, how did this day slip away? what did we accomplish? what will they remember? why can't i get a dinner put together before ryan gets home? eh.
an overwhelming sense of panic kicks in when i look at the calendar. summer is nearly over. we haven't been to to zoo 100 times like i anticipated. no library trips. not enough stories read, too much tv. and mommy guilt kicks in. nobody wrote about the mommy guilt in those baby books. i'm still waiting for it to go away. someday. sigh.