Just in case you haven’t gotten your daily dose of working-mom guilt (or, heck, just the usual everyday mom guilt)…
“During the past few weeks, our preschool-aged son has been trying to play games that are too violent for his classmates,” Juli tells PassiveAggressiveNotes.com. “We’ve been trying to work on the problem with the teacher, but each morning’s drop-off has become a guilt and angst-filled time for me, in part because I can tell the teacher is trying to be nice but is so obviously annoyed by my child that I can’t control!”
The teacher is right. Playing games, hurting our friends and “stabbing” them in the back shouldn’t start until at least third grade! Or whenever they’re old enough to start watching and learning life lessons from The Hills.
And the guilt trips don’t end there. Oh no. Jennifer in St. Cloud, Minnesota, found this note in her son’s lunchbox (along with most of a ham sandwich).
Or… perhaps Ivan is just considering converting to Judaism, but is too scared to tell his mom because of her devout Catholicism.