I had a moment yesterday in what I’m calling my mid-mommy crises.
It all started with me staring at my absolutely disgusting walls.
When I started at The Beacon, my daughter was entering kindergarten, and my son was heading to middle school.
My walls were constantly covered in feet-prints and pudding. (Did you know the foil-lids for cups of pudding will stick, indefinitely, to a wall when applied by a middle-schooler? Did you know it takes a blow-torch to get it off the wall once it dries?)