Note: For those of you who are new to the blog, I was a good mom once. I organized play groups, I did crafty projects with my kids. Organized kick-ass themed birthday parties. And even was a member of the PTO. But as the year’s wore on, I became less and less of a good mother. I fought it for a while, but now I just accept it and share these “When I was a good mom …” posts occasionally with my readers. Enjoy!
The following is a true conversation between myself and my 13-year-old son Thing 2 (he will be 14 in May). I can’t believe I am even sharing this, because it is really quite embarrassing for me (and him, too). When I was a good mom, I probably wouldn’t have shared this. But since we all know I’m not anymore …