Mother of the Year

I keep a very organized dayplanner. I really do. How is it then, after traumatizing my eldest with dental work 2 days before the Christmas program, that I managed to schedule the youngest for shots in the late afternoon on a revival night?

In my defense, this appointment was made months ago--before revival dates had been posted in the bulletin--and rescheduling would have taken that long again. But I feel like an awful mother, as I'm snuggled up with Mr. Grumpy, waiting for the internet to stop its insufferable buffering and let us continue watching the service from home.

Connor would probably say that they'll "be in therapy for years over this", but I'm hoping a good night's sleep and a batch of cookies tomorrow will make it all better. Please excuse me while I polish that Mother-of-the-Year trophy...I think I hear livestreaming internet working again...