I am BAD! Bad bad bad! I tell you! Here is why: I do not volunteer at my kids' schools. I don't want to. Is that wrong? I know there are teachers who read this. I am sorry, but I am that parent. Now, when it comes to my own kid, you have my full attention. Talk to me. I will work with you to help her succeed. I will send notes when I have a question. I am not a pest, I won't get in your face. You are the teacher. But please, don't ask me to volunteer. I am not cut from that cloth. I like my quiet time.
I am bad because I am already planning my evenings for TV viewing. Wondering how I can fit that in with blogging. Priorities people! There are a lot of new shows on this seasons. I know I could do so much more than watch prime time TV. But by the time night falls, it's about all my sad brain can handle.
I am bad because I stay too late. Every. Stinking. Night. Why? I lose track of time. And then I am really tired. And the next day I am dragging my feet looking like night of the living dead. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.