More than once, my four-year-old has screamed as he heads to time out that I have ruined his fun or his day or his life. I’ve gotta admit, it stings just a little. But when I started to reflect, I realized he’s at least partially right. Sometimes I do ruin his fun. And that probably does ruin his day. But I feel pretty confident that none of the mean things I’m doing are gonna ruin his life. So I’m coming to terms with my meanness and telling myself it’s okay.
Confessional #25793165 "Mask acne is driving me bat shit crazy. I wear the things to protect everyone, I wash them all the time, but the amount of zits I get it is ridiculous!!"
