When You Realize You're Being Mean

So yesterday, I was having a day. I snatched the little angel right off the school bus and drove twenty miles to get her to a make-up ballet class, for which she was not dressed or hairdressed. We hit every red light in the Kansas City metro area, and while I was shoving her into her tights, I gave them a huge run. Then her hair wouldn't stay. She'd been crying most of the way to class because she didn't realize she'd have to go and was worried because she didn't know anyone there or the teac...