A Bad Mom Moment
I feel like a bad mom!
Five years ago when my dad offered to bring my brother’s old swing set over I had to convince my husband that it was a good idea. He wanted nothing to do with it. The kids were little at the time (Rachel was 4) and it provided hours of enjoyment.
Today we realized that the kids were big enough that it has moved over from them swinging on it–they are heavy enough that just swinging moves it and we need it out of here. I suggested we talk to the kids first and my husband said, “No, put it on Freecycle and let someone else have it.”
I did but I feel like such a bad mom for not warning them.