Fierce eyes shot up to meet mine over the math book. The words “you hate me!” spat out. I clenched my jaw. “No, but your attitude stinks.” Had that child responded with, “yours, too,” they wouldn’t have been wrong. Prying the day’s plan from my grip one stiff finger at a time, I shoved back […]
Confession time: I’ve never liked babysitting. As the oldest of eight kids, one might argue that I’d been tapped out. That’s possibly true, but at the root of it babysitting just felt contrived to me, which should have been a marker that I wouldn’t be the mom who played with her kids. I don’t have
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