So catholic school seems to be going really well for Belle (insert eye roll emoji). Today, as we drove home from pick-up she informed me that she "hates saints." So there's that. Me: what did you learn about at school today? B: we talked about saints. I don't like them. Me: you don't like saints? Why? B: Nope. I hate them. Me: time out. You don't hate anyone. And saints are saints because they're really kind and they do amazing things. B: I know. That's what I don't like abou

Let's be honest: just because I'm a mom doesn't mean I have any idea what I'm doing. It's probably one of the only jobs in the world where it's perfectly acceptable to just learn as you go. To make shit up, hope for the best and use trial and error as your compass. But sometimes I feel like my kids are on to me. They realize I know very little about most things and it's as if they pose certain questions just to keep me on my toes. Like some sort of surprise performance review