You’re a soccer mom, not a prisoner.

I see how hard this is for you. Because, I’ve been there.

My son should be allowed to play with dolls or wear pink, without hearing: "That's for girls."

You might not be the best this year. I don’t care. Just genuinely try to do well.

Stop. Just stop.

And here's the thing: The way I respond to my kids during this hellish time of day makes me feel like a garbage mom.