Twice today my darling son Carson told me to "calm down".
Once was while we were visiting with his friend Lila Marie (in front of her family no less) and the other was while he was home begging for cookies for dinner.
Both times I wanted to laugh and scream all at the same time.
Either he is on to me and knows that I am really wound up and totally need a break or he likes to watch smoke come out of my ears.
Actually, it could be both.
I am convinced my kids are only happy when I am about five minutes away from loosing my shit.
NYC - you can't some soon enough! I simply will not know what to do without feeling constant anxiety.
Have a great night! Em