Today alone, Cheeks has cried at least 4 times at the hands of one of her brothers. In fact, I overheard her composing a letter on behalf of my middle son.
Dear Mrs. Teacher, I hate A. He beats up N a million times a day. It would be funny if he cried.
Is it wrong that I'm
I have further appreciation for the summer days that my mother locked my brother & I outside or forced us to play in different areas of the house. If one of us was upstairs, the other had to be down. I hated it at the time, but I now realize it was for our safety so she wouldn't kill us.
So.. anybody wanna join me for a mommy's back to school party? You know the one where we meet for lunch on the first day back after our naps & enjoy the quiet.