by Jilliian Perry Reese
I watched the movie Bad Moms recently. Ironically, it was the same day I took my daughter to the doctor for an injured leg. The irony? I had made her wait a full week before I took her in. Turns out there was a fracture. Walking on it was making it worse. I made her play soccer. Yep, I'm "Mother of the Year."
It's Hard Work
The thing is, I really didn't feel that bad. I mean, I felt bad her leg was hurt. But not that I made her wait. This mom stuff is hard work. Aside from the fact that you’re not given an instruction manual, medical school training is not required. Or a degree in psychology. Or cooking lessons, training in mediation or experience on a debate team. There's just so much to know. And sometimes, I just don't know it.