Hear me out.

My internal battle of I-don’t-feel-like-having-this-conversation-for-the-seventeenth time vs. these-kids-need-you-to-show-up is a rager. For the last thirteen years my days seem like an unrelenting game of whack a mole. Once upon a time, the game’s objective was to tie the shoelaces of three kids that don’t want to stop running around before school or playing the role… Read More Hear me out.