My 8 year old told me I'm a meanie meanie meanie mom and adamantly refused to put her new book down and clean her room, my four year old is lying in the hallway throwing a temper tantrum about not needing to go to the bathroom even though she spent the last 10 minutes holding herself and dancing. . .and my baby is teething, or hungry, or something or both and I may or may not want to conk my children on the head and then crawl into my bed and throw the covers over my head for the next . . .36 hours at least . . .but then I remember that motherhood is my calling and I can rise to the occasion. Breathe in. . .breathe out . . .eat some chocolate. . .try again!
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