Aiden nagged to go play putt putt this morning.
I wasn’t ready yet, queue drama. Then I was ready he wasn’t. Queue more drama. Throw in some “my head hurts, I can’t move my legs, Mommy is the worst, mommy is the best, pick me up, I’m hungry but not for food, for sweets, I AM dressed for the beach (in thick black tracksuit pants and black high tops sure buddy sure) … blah blah blah” It went on like this for most of the morning until finally we hit the road after 1pm. 600 more words