Don’t worry…

So at dinner one evening I’m talking to my husband about how I’m feeling melancholy and bored and like what I spend every day doing doesn’t matter. (It does, I get it. I just am used to being fulfilled not by wiping butts but by caring for sick people…okay, so wiping butts. But at least I get paid well for it…)

 

Susan pipes up: “Don’t worry, Mama!! You’re not the worst mother ever.”

 

Thanks, kid.

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