You are not my mother. You are a SNORT! Oh Dr. Seuss, I love that book.
That’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I need to leave this somewhere. While all of the good men are out there thinking about ways to honor the mother of your children my ex is thinking, you’re not my mother, why do I need to worry about you. Sweet, right? It really doesn’t matter and I can laugh at it now. It use to bother me that our children worry about not being able to get me anything or do anything for me. It takes me a while to convince them that homemade cards are my favorite present. They really are.