Have you heard the latest on Britney Spears? I know..I know..you don't care about the spoiled has-been pop princess, but I've got a point, so bear with me.

Straight from the Us Weekly Web site, here's the scoop:

"Britney Spears nearly dropped her 8-month old son Sean while exiting a New York City hotel this afternoon. Holding her son in her left arm and a drink in her right hand, Spears tripped on her wedge espadrille sandal sending Sean’s head flying backwards, his baseball cap falling to the ground. An unidentified man walking beside the singer helped her regain her balance and Sean was unharmed."

This is just the latest in a series of parenting mishaps. Brit's son recently took a tumble from the high chair while in the care of his nanny and, trying to escape from photographers, Britney recently drove with her infant son, unrestrained, on her lap.

Now, I have to say I don't care much for Britney. She married a playa' that left his 8-months-pregnant girlfriend to be with Britney. What does that say about his character? Note to Brit: Leopards don't change their spots. What kind of a huband did you think he was going to make?

But, the mommy in me is starting to feel sorry for her. We all screw up. We all make bad decisions. We've all tripped. We've all yelled at our kids. We've all made threats we regret.

Now, imagine that being front page news.

EXTRA, EXTRA: Heather closes screen door on toddler daughter's fingers!

EXTRA, EXTRA: Heather runs to bathroom and forgets that office door isn't closed, 6 mos. old daughter tumbles down flight of stairs.

EXTRA, EXTRA: Heather fails to recognize symptoms of penicillin allergy until infant daughter is covered with welts.

Once, after telling my wise girlfriend, Liz, about some heinous parenting mistake I had made, she reassured me that every mother has at least 10 of those rocking-the-kid-on-the-floor-weeping-moments when you just keep repeating "mommy's so sorry, mommy's so sorry, mommy's so sorry."

You know, like when you don't realize they crawled under the leg of the rocker you were sitting in and you rock over their little hand. Or, when you hit them in the head with the car door.

Or you trip over your espadrilles while you're running away from the paparazzi carrying your son and a starbucks latte.

I wish the media would lay off Brit. She's just another mother doing her best to raise her kid and keep her lousy marriage together. Cut her some freakin' slack.

They shouldn't criticize her until they've walked a mile in her espadrilles.