Today, I caved. Today, I am “that mom”.

My husband is on a fishing trip until Saturday. I have a birthday cake, mini pies, biscuits, and cookies to make for a family reunion this weekend. My grandmother passed away this morning. I am writing the obituary.

I put Furchester Hotel on Netflix for my 13 month old. He wouldn’t stop whining and pulling on my pants or trying to touch the oven. He is alternating between playing and watching tv. I hate that I did this, but it’s the only way to get through this afternoon before swim lessons, bath, dinner, and bed.