Last weekend as we settled into being home, we started spring cleaning early. As the boys helped their dad make a campfire, the brush was smoking into the sky. They all started to call me over to see. “Mom look.” “I see, there is a lot of smoke” “No look.” I almost stayed where Read more
I was angry. I had a right to be, didn’t I? I asked over and over and all that was being returned was complaining. I spoke harsh with them. I demanded compliance. What else should I have done? Ever been there? Ever feel like you speak to walls or maybe to fog horns? You don’t
Sometimes motherhood looks like this. Sometimes it is actually as I always imagined. Picturesque and full of fun and joy. Sometimes motherhood means cuddles and high fives. Sometimes its views are smiles and content children. However, sometimes motherhood looks like messes and smells like spit up. There are days of laughter and days of
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