It was 7:42 AM, and my daughter was still in pajamas, stomping through the hallway because her socks “felt wrong.”
I could feel the heat rising in my chest.
“JUST PUT THEM ON!” I snapped.
Her little face crumpled. She ran to her room, sobbing.
By the time we got to school, both of us were in tears.
I sat in the car afterward, thinking: This isn’t who I wanted to be as a mom.
“I’m crying in the bathroom while my kid screams in the hallway.”