8:11 am Kid 1: Hey mom, do you know where my sneakers are?
8:12 Kid 2: Mom, my laptop is about to die, can you get me the cord?
8:12 Kid 1: The dog pooped in the hallway again mom.
8:13 Kid 3: Ew, mom, I accidentally stepped in the dog poop!
8:14 Mmmmmoooommmm, my laptop just died. I need your help.
8:15 Kid 3 is spotted walking through the living room, not-so-mysterious tracks behind him.
8:15 Phone ringing...Hey hon, would you mind reviewing that report I emailed you last night? I need it by 8:30!
8:16 Kid 1: Look, mom, I found my sneakers but they got wet in the rain last night
8:16 The tears start flowing.
True Story. And unfortunately, this is not a rare event because some variation of the above happens more than I’d like to admit.
I am a cryer, let’s just get that out on the table. I’ve cried my fair share of tears over the year and really, sometimes it feels good to release the...