About the Book
Diary of a Simple Girl
"School sucks! I don't get why we even have to go. Why can't you homeschool us? Now that would be cool. I saw it on a show where the mom..."
"Stop right there, Michael!" Shoot me first! "School is fun. You get to play with your friends, learn new things, run around. I wish I could go back to school." Sort of. Michael wrinkles up his face and looks at me with a perplexed expression. I guess he isn’t buying what I’m trying to sell him. I begin to gather the kids' lunch bags, completely proud of my accomplishment at being organized at least in this area, if nothing else. I was wise enough to have left food items out on the counter last night, anticipating, I suppose, that in fact the morning might have taken this ill-fated turn. As I stuff snacks into lunch bags, I once again am reassured that I am not a likely contender for mother of the year. For the time being, I really don’t care! Huh? Now that’s actually an accomplishment, even if I do say so myself. Dunkaroos, rice cakes, and itty-bitty cupcakes (those are homemade at least). See? I'm not that negligent after all!