Not having a car is not so much fun, although it meant I got a workout this morning. The kids were clamoring for breakfast and I had no cereal, no milk, and not much else (except for eggs, which were a complete failure last night). I left them with Matthew on the couch watching _Between the Lions_ and walked to the Sheetz station that is three blocks away to pick up half a gallon of milk and a box of Frosted Flakes.
This doesn’t make me a bad mother, or a great mother–it just makes me a tired mother.