Can someone please ask my wife to stop feeding our son like a grown man. LOL.
I grew up on roti, doubles, fried chicken, paliori (get familiar), rice and peas, and bread. I’d like to help raise our son into an elite scholar athlete…but she wants him to eat ice cream and chocolate pretzels at 9:30 pm on a Wednesday night.
The school; the degree; the relationship; the wedding; the house; the kids; the schools; the sports; the activities; the travel; the practices; the games…what are we doing this for? Whose routine are we following? Why are we making the decisions we are making?
The choice is yours. Or is it?