My name is Mom, and I’m a bad cooker.

I have been a parent for more than 19 years. I have endured sleepless nights, countless diaper changes, birthday parties, hurt feelings, school assignments and broken hearts. Somehow, I managed to parent three children without dealing with a child who tells me they “hate me”, at least not on a regular basis…but number 4 has made it his mission to get this message across to me every day. If he’s not saying he hates me, it is one of these many variations on a theme… You are mean. You’re the worst Mom. You’re a bad cooker. I don’t love...

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