It will be up to my kids to determine in therapy someday if they can forgive a few minor flaws in the mothering department. I'm not referring to any particular instances, because no one can prove I ever served chocolate doughnuts as an entree, condoned a makeup-and-manicure-theme birthday party or yelled, "I hope you have daughters someday!" at one of mine who tore a big hole in my favorite pair of black tights. But I think it's evident there will be enough ground to cover.
So I was thrilled to learn that one of my worst habits--skulking off to check for...
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