It’s 8:20 am. So far, today, I’ve done the following:
Left a razor within easy reach of my toddler, who quickly found it.
Yelled at my husband for telling me that I was taking a long time to get ready.
Completely lost my temper with Evan because he would not stop pulling on my hoop earrings when I was holding him. His little face crumpled up and the sad lip popped out immediately. I felt so, so, so bad.
Forgot to brush my teeth before leaving the house.
Like I said, it’s not even 8:30 yet and I’ve already racked up an impressive list of accomplishments.