Whew, I'm just catching up on several pages. Happy milestones to our wonderful Paul, Roux, and Monika. Glad the bomb scare was a hoax, Chrissi. The word "monkeyshines" is a) lighthearted and silly, and b) pretty out-dated. But cute. And always with an S at the end.
Chrissi, I have a similar "bad mommy" moment to share. Mini-Meno, about two years ago, started attending a gymnastics class once a week. Many of the parents would drop their children at the class, and then leave, coming back at the end to pick their child up. But, Mini-Meno wasn't ready for me to leave for a few weeks, so I stayed. Finally, the week came when she said, "Mom, I'm ready for you to go." So I went to a coffee place down the street, and I probably took my laptop, and spent my hour on BetterMost. I walked back in time to pick her up. To my horror, I discovered that it was "Show Day," when all the parents are invited into the class to watch their children perform what they had been learning. Mini-Meno was the only child in the class with no grown-up there watching and cheering her. I feel like shit all over again remembering this. She's been at the same gymnastics school for nearly two years, and believe me I've been at every end of the term Show Day since.
Interestingly - I came to realize that for some reason, I don't think she realized that she was the only kid there without a parent there. She was four at the time, and somehow didn't seem upset. But ugh, I was.