I am having one of those weeks.
You know the one I'm taking about.
The one where you are talking, but you're sure that all your children hear is the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher in the background.
If I give a direction, I'm met with the stare of horror as though they are saying, "Mom, you can't possibly expect me to do that."
Other times I'm met with the look that says, "Seriously, mom. Mother's day is over. You have to wait another 364 days to cash in on cooperation."
My problem. It's only Tuesday. Outside it is gloomy. The rain/snow mix is cold and biting to the bone. It won't be sunny until the weekend. Weather really affects me. But weather and this behavior-yeah that's a disaster waiting to happen!
Protected: Everybody’s daughter and her loss.
1 month ago