Number 4 had a Daisy meeting last night, and I am one of the co-leaders of the troop. We were supposed to be working on the “be a sister to every girl scout” petal. In reality, I bitched to the other moms pretty much the whole time while Number 4 wound the other girls up and talked
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God, grant me the serenity…
Number 5 is providing me with an unending supply of concrete data to support the existence of the terrible twos. She is a case study in extremes. She’s either really great, or she totally sucks. And the ratio of great to sucks is about 1:4. I can’t take it anymore. She threw such a fit
