
Hiding Under the Bed
I had a meltdown the other day. It was my fault. I had accidentally knocked the lid of Matthew’s new smoker on the ground and knicked the dang thing up. He was frustrated but I felt AWFUL. It was one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. Forgotten golf clothes for after school practice, dumped out baby food pouch in the car, a … Continue reading Hiding Under the Bed