Papa and I were plumb wore out. Neither of us could muster the energy at the end of the day to give Lane (his much needed) nightly shower. Getting clean was a must so I gathered his bathing supplies and plopped him in the sink for a quick wash down.When the washing was complete, Lane did not want to get out of the sink. Once again, neither of us could gather enough energy to argue with him, so we let him drink his night-time milk in the sink.
These are the confessions of a bad mom.
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