I am about to go get my nails done. Molly begs to go with me.
I say, “No…this is Mommy time.”
Josh has been gone quite a bit lately, so now that he’s home, I’m getting out of the house.
Molly tells me I had Mommy time every night after I put them to bed. (See, I didn’t let anyone sleep with me at all while Josh was away.)
I laughed at her. Then, I left all. By. Myself.
This child clearly doesn’t understand “Mommy time.”
