I think the title says it all, but I'll expound.
I have this irrational fear that if I don't do all of that then I'm some sort of a)sub-par mom or b)my children will think I don't love them. We'll be at their graduation party and they'll look around at the last minute crap I compiled over a 72 hour period and say, "OMG did you see KATLAYINA'S table? Her mother must love her a lot." Then go to college thinking I'm a schlub. That is until they get to be about 30, look back and think, "How the heck did my mom EVER raise me?"
I know, because that's what I think almost daily.
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