Yesterday, I yelled at a pregnant lady (who was already 3 days past her due date), in front of my eight year old, at his elementary school, about a lunch box and (might have) caused her to go into labor.
Yes, it was my son’s teacher (who is the most anal-retentive person I’ve ever met) and yes…she did email a photo of the new baby by 8:30 this morning.
I can neither confirm nor deny that my contribution to her stress level caused her to go into labor when she did, but still…I’m feeling a little guilty about it.
Mother of the year, folks. Right here.
I’ll be signing autographs later.