I try hard to pick my battles with the boys. Case in point: Radcliffe ate his breakfast, but was BEGGING to eat potato chips while we waited for the bus. This was after I denied him an ice cream bar. Frankly, I’m too tired to argue about it, so here he is, with a chip bag almost as big as he is, flaunting it for all of our neighbors to see him eating this morning while waiting for the bus. A few people waved as they were driving by in acknowledgement….
Then, I walk into the boys school this morning for a Mother’s Day program and realize I forgot to send Radcliffe in his dads’ clothes as his costume. Ugh…… I’m really nailing this whole motherhood thing today….