I'm afraid that I may be edging closer to a state of pathologic "living the dream" as my brother so lovingly put it.
My two year-old daughter had a private skating lesson today. Yes. She is (hold up the appropriate number of fingers) two, and will turn (add another finger) three this summer. Now, I have completely rationalized this socially aberrant Momzilla behavior by considering that her group lessons have ended for the summer, and she should continue to have some instruction because she is getting ready to compete in a few weeks. Moreover, while I sat watching her lesson today, I congratulated myself for not running out and buying her skates and a new dress for her competition. I'm afraid my self-adulation may be dramatically overblown.
I know, it just gets worse the more I write about it, and it doesn't get any better when I go back and read it.
At the very least, she had a wonderful time. And I still have that self-awareness thing to fall back on. Oh, and I have something to blog about. All is not lost...yet.