Took this kid to the park after she spent two hours running errands with me this morning. While I was pushing her on the swing, she told me I was the best mommy in the world. It was sweet but was also proof that I don't take her to play enough. Summer mommy is way better than school time mommy, let me tell you. And summer mommy looks like a saint compared to deadline-is-coming February/March mommy. I love my job and Lord knows I am not built to be a stay at home mom, but sometimes I'm not sure that summer supermom is enough to make up for all my shortcomings. I pray they see my work ethic and my drive and all I try to do for them and forget the times I'm away from home or too stressed to play. I know if I'm happy, they're happy, and my job brings me such fulfillment. But the mommy guilt is real, y'all.