MEEKER | As with most 7-year-olds, judging my mother was one of my favorite pastimes.
I distinctly remember slogging through chores one day and thinking “When I grow up, my baseboards will NEVER be dirty and my bathroom will NEVER smell like gerbils! There will NEVER be crumbs under my couch cushions and MY mini van will smell like sunshine and lilacs, not old puke!”
I had the audacity…
