I am scraping up smashed marshmallows everywhere.
And I'm not happy about it.
You know how sometimes you make yourself bite your tongue when you want to veto a certain toy?
You tell yourself to try and be the fun mom who doesn't care if marshmallows are stuck to the wood floor just as long as the darlings are having fun?
Every time I try to be that mom, it doesn't work out well. I never end up being fun for very long. Eventually I become crazy mom who delivers long lectures about how I am not the maid...
Wow, maybe I took the Christmas tree down too soon.
