A few years back, I had one of my most memorable “mean mom” moments. We have a rule that each morning, the boys are to clean their room. For a few months, they started pushing back and playing with toys instead of cleaning up.

I think I do it all. I say I do in petty arguments about whose turn it is to change the stinky diaper.  I may even vent about it to my girlfriends on a girls’ night out.  But it’s a boldfaced lie. I don’t do it all.