It’s the final year of decade of parenthood, and I can’t believe we’re there now.
Maybe one day I’ll master the firm and long-lasting “no”, but until then…
I contemplated the busyness and the hours I’ve lost worrying about whether or not I’m “doing it right” or “doing it well enough”.
But I just didn’t want to be a hockey mom. Days spent in cold, slightly smelly rinks isn’t my idea of a great weekend.
It’s pretty simple: Turn the Golden Rule back around onto you.