What a morning! Maybe I should star in a reality show called Toddlers and Toilets. It started off as most normal mornings go. Once everyone is up and moving, I go down to the basement and run on the treadmill while Hubby and Lil Man eat their breakfast. I had just finished a 3.5 mile run when I went upstairs. I began making Hubby's lunch, and Lil Man was occupying himself with his drill. The drill was his favorite present from Christmas. He has played with it every day since he got it. Maybe a week after Christmas, the first drill bit was lost. I don't know how it disappeared. I just know that it did. But thankfully the drill came with two. And every day at the end of the day, we try our best to locate said drill bit so that this one doesn't disappear also. We had somewhere to be, and I had less than an hour to get cleaned up and changed so we could get out the door into this frigid arctic air. I ate breakfast standing up while I made Hubby's lunch. Hubby got Lil M...
I hope through my self-reflection, readers will see themselves so that they can pause and think, smile or laugh, or try something new. This is my story...