The other night, one of my kids was absolutely losing it.
The kind of meltdown that starts because the pasta touched the sauce and somehow evolves into, “Nobody understands me,” “I don’t want to go to school tomorrow,” and “You’re the meanest mom ever.” I was standing there holding a damp bath towel, mentally running through tomorrow’s schedule, realizin…
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