“What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. […]
The excuse of "I have kids" because my home is always a mess just doesn't do it for me. If my home is a mess, it's because I'm being lazy. Absolutely not because I'm such a great mom.