My daughter woke up this morning and declared, “I got an idea.” Her ideas are usually not good ones. Well, they are for her, but not so much for me. “How about we get some chips and dip?” For breakfast? I was not going to start the day with a tantrum. I leave tonight for a girl’s weekend in New York City. A good friend is getting hitched. In the next two days I will be able to enjoy a cocktail, eat a hot meal and have an uninterrupted conversation. I’m going to do my best to suppress the mommy guilt. I love my children more than anything, but I…