Somewhere along life’s path something happens. There is an invisible line that you cross. A switch that gets flipped. And you inevitably go from semi-cool parent to really-cranky-old-person-who-forgets-the-first-seventy-five-years-of-your-life. I’m really hoping I manage to avoid crossing this line. But I know how I am now. I can’t remember what day it is most of the time. […]
Not Your Average Mom
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