Summary: I feel like a “10” on the motherhood scale. In a game in which whatever you do seems wrong, I did the right thing. I made my daughter a costume for Halloween. If you are a busy, overworked creature and do the logical thing, you go to the drugstore and buy a plastic costume. Then you feel guilty when you see all the other Bart Simpsons and Ninja Turtles in the school parade. If you rent or buy a fancy, expensive costume, you feel guilty for buying your way out.
