Running evening errands with kids is a rollercoaster, one with unexpected loops and turns and maybe a missing piece that sends you suddenly plummeting several hundred feet.
I do better when it’s planned, and I can mentally prepare, but I’d just gotten the phone call, my contacts had finally arrived. I’d been sporting my broken glasses for two weeks, my vanity was starting to take a hit, and we were out of toilet paper. So there was both, vanity and necessity.Continue Reading