Unintentianal Broken Promises

“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.

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