Okay, I have to confess this. I just can't deal with the guilt any longer.
I KNOW, I know... It's a wretched thing to do. I tell myself that it's gotta stop. I need to find a different diversion. I wasn't looking for it, believe me. The circumstances just presented themselves, and before I knew it, I was already in the throes of the affair.
This past week, things kind of came to a head. It was enough to make me take a step back and examine just what I was doing. Maybe blogging will help as well.
See, it's not just ONE that I'm cheating with. That would be bad enough. But there are actually SEVERAL. I don't know, I guess it's just that my own home life has gotten to be so routine, and I was feeling taken for granted. Then these young ones started giving me this attention, and I caved.
Yes, I'm cheating on my kids. I'm a cheating mom.
It started around the beginning of the school year actually. I would be at the elementary school, do some sort of innocent volunteering thing, when a little one or two would say something so sweet to me. They're all 3rd grade or younger. My youngest kid is a 5th grader for Cripe's sake! What mom wouldn't be led astray!?!
So this last week, was the Semi-annual book fair. The BOOK FAIR! Such a place of sin! I volunteered on both Monday and Tuesday to help the little ones fill out their wish lists, since they can't yet fill them out themselves. First and second grades and... and... Kindergarten. KINDERGARTEN!!
I could've been home for when Chaco comes home for lunch, but NO, I was at the BOOK FAIR. I could've gone later in the day to book shop with Meego, but NO, I was athe BOOK FAIR with the little ones! Filling out WISH LISTS!
Wish lists with items like Captain Underpants and Oh David and Fly Guy and Skippyjon Jones! SKIPPYJON JONES!!
I was putty in their hands. Their pudgy little not-quite-rid-of-the-babyfat hands.