I am a perfect mother.
OH - sorry. You couldn't see it, because this is a blog, but what you missed was me laughing hysterically as I tried to type that sentence.
Okay, so I might not be a perfect mother, in the traditional white-apron, high-heels, tidy-house sense. But I do try. Really, I do.
I mean, look at my sweet little pumpkin and her art project.
Look at how well-thought out and intentional I was about introducing her to art projects for the first time!
And how well I modeled using markers! Doesn't this look like it's going well?!
C'mon. Props for that, right?
So when this happened...
Admit it. I make you feel better about yourself.