I
was having a rough morning.
The
Mean Girl resident in the penthouse was beating up on me. All. Morning. Long.
I’m
talking mean - "You're a bad mama. You can't handle any bumps in the road.
Anyone else would be just fine transitioning with this move. You’re overwhelmed
because you aren’t strong enough. You’re not a positive person & never will
be. Just get over it." and on and on and on.
Blah.
I
finally pulled myself and the kiddos and the dog out of the house. Mr. C was
strapped on my front. Miss S was walking alongside me. Mars was leading the
show.
Our
destination was White Bear Lake.
