This is what happens when I’m awakened at 5:40am by a toy airplane being pressed into the side of my cheek, followed by our entire household being terrorized by an hour-long meltdown over the search for a 3-inch toy car, all while the hubby is out-of-town.
All I know now is both kids are restrained in their car seats, and I’ve got nothing but time and gas to burn.
I may just drive all day.
Look for me on the road.
I’ll be the one wearing her pajama shirt, dark sunglasses and clutching a Starbucks coffee for dear life.
God have mercy on my morning brew. It is the only way I will survive.
The struggle is so real.