No Superwoman

I’m not Supermom. I’m not even a good mom, sometimes. Lots of times? We eat store-bought bread. (And spaghetti sauce. And cookies. And yogurt.) Somebody else folds my laundry. I never (and I really mean never) wash all my windows. Or my floors. My two year old doesn’t know his colors. Or shapes. I don’t [...]

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