You know that moment when you don’t know how you’ve managed to leave the house with your sanity intact? You sit there with music blasting, eyes closed, imagining yourself anywhere but where you are. Hoping to end up anywhere but where you are going. In all that beauty in your head at the moment, you make the mistake of opening your eyes and are jolted back to reality.
Ladies and gents, I present to you my reality:
A lollipop carefully placed onto the handle of the car.
How long has it been there? Which one of them put it there? Why was it left there? Will it ever be removed? These are the questions I don’t want answered. No, I will not be the one removing it.
I always tell moms not to take undue stress. This is the worst kind—the “not worth it” variety. If you’re a mom, you know what I mean.
To Whom It May Concern 