Sometimes I find it’s hard to take off the “Mom” cap.
When I find myself telling my husband that I’m going potty?
Or what about when we are leaving the house and I ask my husband, “Aren’t you going to bring a jacket? The restaurant could be cold.”
But don’t worry, I don’t limit these ridiculous moments to just my husband.
Tonight, when the dog was barking outside at 10:00, I brought her in and proceeded to tell her that she had made a poor choice and because of that she needed to come inside. “There are consequences when you make a poor choice.”
Seriously. Those words came out of my mouth. TO A DOG.
Mom cap? Insane cap?
I think it’s a fine line.
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