Putting him in the drivers seat

My fellas beloved truck broke…again. It was time to ask…keep repairing or cut our losses and take another route? As hard as it was I had to tell him,”it was my job to make sure you had wheels while you are in school. You aren’t in school anymore. I admire you for wanting to get […]

The bug or the windshield?

“Moommmmmm!” Here we go. “I am the last one here. Again!” the tone is accusatory. The look is one of disgust. Because I certainly wasn’t feeling bad enough about myself. I usually start apologizing profusely with phrases like I am doing my best or mommy’s responsibilities….blah, blah. Sometimes, by Friday, I do apologize but quickly […]