Just so no one plans an intervention for me, thinking I believe myself a truly bad mom, here is the story behind my title. Well, I can't really remember the exact story (I'm sure it will come out in someone's therapy later, in great detail) but the end result is a note my then 4-year old Mason scrawled after I had done something clearly egregious. Insulted, he sat & wrote BAD MOM on a piece of scratch paper, the O being a face sticking out its tongue, hands on ears. He quietly left it on my desk for me, and I have since kept it attached to a bulletin board above the computer. A reminder of my potential for badness, lest I start to feel like a perfect parent.