In my work role, I am correct and have complete control over everything. In contrast to my role as mother and wife. Last fall, the world's most perfect child was invited to a birthday party. Junior was annoyed that we were late as usual and had to stress. In my defense we almost always arrive just in time, possibly a few minutes late.
When we arrive at the bowling alley where the party was held we didn't find his friends. After much searching, I called the parent listed on the invitation and asked where they were. She told me, very nice, that I was unfortunately a day early. I tried to get him to see the positive. We could just as well have been a day late.
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