Why does Facebook feel the need to bombard me with reminders of all the horrible things that could befall my children? I did not ask for this information, so STOP TELLING ME, because I’m going insane.
anxiety
Mom’s Night Out
The first night I spent away from Peanut wasn’t as hard as I expected. The second night, on the other hand, was awful. It all goes back to Canadian Geese. Sort of.