...or maybe she just has a really memorable speaking voice? (Nah, you're right. It's the screaming.)

Here's my Real Bad Mommy story:

We live on an acre+ in the woods, and we don't really socialize with our neighbors. When the leaves are on the trees, you can't see any other homes from our property. We love the privacy.

Nearly two years ago, a loose dog came through our front yard. I walked across the street to see if he belonged to the people who had just built a new house. He did not, but the neighbor and I had a nice 20-minute chat about our quiet little street. That was the entire extent of our relationship.

A few weeks ago, I was speaking at a community event when a gentleman suddenly asked "Hey, aren't you my neighbor? I recognize your voice!"

Yes, I'm a Real Bad Mommy who apparently yells at her kids way too loudly!

Also, while I was writing this, my toddler spilled half a bottle of French vanilla coffee creamer IN my couch. I'm guessing everyone within a 5 mile radius already knows that.