Overwhlemed and Underslept
The trouble with being an overwhelmed and underslept working mom is that your brain can't always handle all the input, and so it sets up its own self-operating middle management system. So when your three kids ask you in quick staccato three different and highly significant questions, like "Hey mom, is Santa Claus real?", "Hey mom, can I have $300 for a school trip to Santa Clara?", and "Hey mom, is it okay if I skip my stupid spelling homework?", your brain (which is simultaneously preoccupied with processing a nagging work issue and discerning what food remnants in the fridge could possibly qualify as "dinner") answers involuntarily, "Um. Yes? Wait. No. What?" But you're not really sure which question you answered in the affirmative or the negative. So today I think I might have killed a childhood illusion, spent $300 I don't have, and enabled poor educational philosophy. Or not. Or some combination of that. I have no idea. We had soup for dinner.