Are you Queen Midas, because it seems like everything you do is golden, perfect, lovely, better.
Like, do you have to be even more beautiful as a mom than you were when you were 22? I mean, couldn't there be something about you that wasn't as pretty?
And why do you have to accomplish everything you set your mind to? And why do you set your mind to do the only things I'm any good at?
I bet that since you've conquered those 2 things you'll move on to succeed at the things I'd like to be able to
Do you secretly hate me? Is that what this is all about? Did I once say something stupid or insensitive and deep down you've been waiting to put me in my place? No, I'm sure that's not it, because then you'd be just as sinful as I am and I'm pretty sure you are a way better Catholic than I.
It all just makes me want to give up, go to bed, and send my kids to be raised by you. I'm pretty sure they'd be read to more often, do fun holiday-themed crafts, eat healthier foods, have a consistent schedule and only have 30 minutes of screen time a day - if that!
O! woe is me!