Motherhood on the weekend is No different than any other day. 6:15 The mister is not pleased with the soon to be 5 year old requesting he help her comb her hair. Mama is ignoring this drama. 6:30 The tiniest feet flies open his bedroom door like it offended him or something. “Mommmmm Eeeeeeee” he wails. Just imagine it in rooster speak. Climbs up and burrows into my chest and…
