Today I got an email from Pampers letting me know what my 38 month old should be doing right now.
Instead, the reality is my 38 month old is in Heaven. Pampers doesn't think of that when they send out the email. That some time between the pregnant bliss of signing up for coupons and the third birthday something just might have gone terribly, irreversibly, heart-breakingly wrong. They don't take into consideration that sometimes the fairy tale is shattered.
I finally figured out how to opt out of their emails... just a little too late. That. just. hurts.