Sometimes Mothering is harder than hard
I have a neighbour, yes we all have them, but I have one who manages to make me feel terrible with just a single glance and a turn of phrase. She is always beautifully turned out, drives a brand new sports car, runs her own successful business, has a hot tub in the garden and one perfectly dressed nine year old boy who in her eyes can do no wrong. So this morning when I am screaming at the boys like a fishwife to get in the car or we will be late, hollering my lungs out to leave the drink at home and just get in the car, who would more »