My Fall decorations were a decent attempt, but they lost their festive effect the first day they were surrounded by discarded toys and papers from school.
Dear Sixteen Year Old Jessie, Adulting is the worst. Parenting is hard. It's not all staying up late with your smokin hot boyfriend and eating peanut butter straight from the jar without getting yelled at like you think it will be.
I told him there were kids in his class who wouldn't have breakfast today, who look forward to going back to school Monday to get a good meal. I told him that is a really good reason to cry. I told him some kids don't have their own mom and dad around to scream at, and that is worth crying about.