In the grind of being a single mom, I often feel as though I am always saying no.
Can we go to Marbles? Not on a school night.
Can we play sports? I don’t have the money.
Then there is the constant reminding (nagging?) for them to clean up, clean up, clean up.
Keep your hands to yourself.
I feel like the biggest killjoy.
They had so much fun. Their good news of the day was getting to see a movie, according to my oldest, and for my youngest, it was getting a giant tub of popcorn.
I finally felt like Fun Mom.