So I’m sitting in a Target parking lot, feet up on the dashboard, windows open, stuffing my face with a spicy tuna roll.
(Sorry I ate sushi without you, Johnny.)
If you don’t believe me check out this visual proof. Please note the “artistic value in my shot (read: it’s totally staged and I looked really silly taking it). 
I’m picking up my kids from their sitter in ten minutes and we are heading into a jam-packed weekend of wedding and baptisms and family (oh my!). I will tell you, though I’m sure you can already tell, that life has been a little overwhelming in our household lately. This little pause in my day, one tiny second to breathe in quiet and breathe out stress… It’s vital.
I’ll be 100% honest, I have hit a parenting wall in the past month or so. My frustration with my communication barrier with Tessa is brimming. My frustration with my soon-to-be four-year-old’s “selective hearing” is beyond overflowing. I need just one of them to make some progress.
Or maybe it’s me who needs to make the progress.
Probably, it’s me.
