I had one of those evenings. You know the kind. At least I think you do. Let’s just say I hope you do. I don’t want to be all alone out here in one of “those” kind of evenings. I mean, that’s the point of this whole friggin’ venture – not to be alone feeling, you see?
I mean, why, when I think I’m being a cool mom, do I get slammed by my insane children?
An early evening walk to buy some fun workbooks, a pack of brand-new crayons, a fresh pad of drawing paper and then a spontaneous idea to eat an impromptu Golden Arches...