Of everyone who pitches in to watch the girls all week and on weekends, I am the only one who has braved painting with the girls outside. We've used paintbrushes, sponges, those kitchen brushes you are supposed to use to paint bread with egg wash, and our fingers. The girls wear the same painting clothes each time - their "I was named at BJBE" tshirts and leggings or a halloween skirt.

Lately I have had this tremendous feeling of guilt for being a working mom. Logically, I know why I'm working and how important it is for my family. But I can't help but feel I am not with them enough and I miss a lot of what they do. I can't help but feel like I wish I was home with them.

It gives me a nice feeling that I am the only one who has given painting to them. We've only done it a couple times, but so far, they've loved it.