Working Mom in Progress

 Every year, at the end of the school year, the PTO host a Muffins with Mom event. Basically, it is a get together in the Parish Hall for the kids to -- you guessed it - have muffins with mom. I missed this event last year because I had just started my new job at Dean. And David reminded me all year that I missed it, so I was determined to make it this year. All the way to school on the morning of the event, David was so happy. He talked the entire way about how good the muffins were going to be. I don't know if he was more excited about me being there or the muffins...either way - it felt like a good bonding experience. And it would have been except for the fact that we got to the Parish Hall 5 minutes late and THEY WERE OUT OF MUFFINS.  David was devastated; his face melted and his eyes filled with tears. It was just horrible. So, despite it being the the busiest week of the year at work and me having a full day of meetings, I took him out of school and drove to a donut shop to try and make up for the missed muffins. I told him he could get whatever he wanted and watched as he scarfed down 3 donuts. In retrospect, I should have limited him to one considering we never ever allow him to eat donuts - like ever. But we were in damage control mode...  On the way back to school, I expected him to tell me it was the best morning ever. Instead, he looked at me with his big eyes and said - mom,"I am pretty sure I am going to throw up."