The Morning Marathon

My day usually starts with a toddler climbing on my head like I’m a jungle gym. Before I’ve even opened my eyes, I’m negotiating breakfast options and trying to remember if I switched the laundry last night or if it’s still sitting in the washer silently judging me.

By 9 a.m., I’ve reheated my coffee twice, broken up three sibling arguments, and stepped on at least one rogue LEGO. Motherhood is glamorous like that.