“Hey Mom, do you think I can go to my friends on Friday?” Wild Flower asks on Tuesday.
“Sure, that sounds ok” I say.
Friday comes along and I’m having an awful day. Binks is off the wall with his ADHD, and I’m lurking on the point of sullen depression from the stress. I haven’t showered because I’ve spent the whole day just trying to get Binks to sit still for 3 minutes.