One of those days…

This morning I hugged the wrong kid.

I dropped the kids off at before school care. They wandered off to play. My son, or so I thought, sat down with the Lego so I knelt and gave him a side hug. He looked up at me and I realized, “You’re not my kid!”

not-my-kid

 

I need coffee.

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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2 Responses to One of those days…

  1. Nothing good comes of lingering. Drop ’em off and run.

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