Max: “Mommy, I like your necklace.” Me: “Thank you, baby.” Max, “Mommy, I like your bracelet.” Me: “Thank you, Max.” Max: “Mommy, you’re pretty today.” Me (skeptical): “Max, are you trying to butter me up?” Max (grins): “Yes.”
Rachea. And I am a recovering Marthaholic. There, I said it. *sigh* Years I wasted on perfection & trying to live up to someone else's standards. Now I live for my own, on my own terms, & in the most unapologetic way possible.