My four year old spilled milk on the floor….for the third time today.
And if you even think about spouting the phrase “Don’t cry over spilled milk”, I swear I will go full southern mama on you! (it’s the only time I say “ya’ll”)
Because, come on, really the only person who deserves the right to cry over spilled milk is the mom of small children (or maybe a milk maid who carried several gallons’ worth up hill…. in three feet of snow… at night…) Continue reading “I Want A Perfect Life (and other lies I tell myself as I hide in the bathroom from my kids…)”