Did I Become A Helicopter Wife And Mom?

It’s 1:00 PM on a Sunday; I am applying my makeup after a bath when I hear my son’s significant whining downstairs. Yet, in my towel and not interested on running through our mostly curtainless house to make a bottle and haul my overtired child back up the staircase to his room, I choose to wait for a few minutes.

My husband is with him, he can take care of it. I got blush … Read the rest