“Mommy, can you stop being mad?”
There was a scared little boy standing in the doorway looking down at his feet. He softly stumbled over getting out his words, “Mommy, can you stop being mad? We love you.”
There was a scared little boy standing in the doorway looking down at his feet. He softly stumbled over getting out his words, “Mommy, can you stop being mad? We love you.”
You know those people that start counting down the number of weeks until Christmas in July and don’t mind holiday decorations making appearances in stores before Halloween? Yeah, that’s not me. . . . . It continues here at my next piece for the moms blog site: I’m a Bah Humbug Mom Feel free to pin it,… Continue reading I’m a Bah Humbug Mom
I finally took the hint and quit trying. They happily carried on a conversation without me about people and things they knew and I didn’t. And just like that I was momxcluded.