I wasn’t going to be this mom.

I was not – not!  not! not! – going to be the mom who delivers the homework folder to the school after her son has forgotten it on the kitchen table, next to the sticky frosting from his cinnamon roll.

I wasn’t going to.  And I especially was not going to be the mom who did this two days in a row.

I wasn’t.

Look what has happened.

I’m an enabler.

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