I'm that mom.

I'm the mom who sent her child out the door two days in a row, only to have her sent back by the school nurse. As if that weren't enough, I was "unavailable" to pick her up not once, but twice. My neighbor so willingly obliged. Yep, I'm that mom.

I'm the mom whose nap this afternoon made possible an enormous lipstick extravaganza in the three-year-old's bedroom - oops. Yes, I'm that mom, too.

I'm the mom who lets her first-grader escape out the door without brushing her hair. Quite often, actually. Except that today was class picture day. Oops.

I'm also the mom that somehow, at the end of every day, after the children are sound asleep, of course, is completely overwhelmed with gratitude that I've been afforded the opportunity to be a mother. To these children.