It was a rough day on the ol’ mommy-ego.
We were playing store today. My little girl was running the cash register and I played the part of various shoppers.
At one point she said, “Now pretend to be a beautiful woman, Mommy.”
I laughed and said, “Oh, I have to pretend to be beautiful?”
(Really, she said I have to pretend? I mean, look how great I looked after my trip to their beauty shop this summer!)
The sting of that was just going away as we started getting ready for bed. After reading one book together, my husband took our daughter and I took our son to read their second book and sing lullabies.
That’s when my son, who has always been momma’s boy, told me, “Don’t want Mommy! Bad Mommy!”