Only on a Monday

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…would I discover I had a flat tire at the gas station on the way to a play date that I was already late for.

Yep.  Only a Monday.  With all four kids in the car crying because we were stuck and they wanted to go “Ava’s house” and I was like, “We can’t go anywhere until daddy comes and rescues us.”  And so we sat in the gas station parking lot and talked about what the future held and our dreams and ambitions.  Okay, that is a total lie.  It was more like me trying to convince them that crying wouldn’t get us anywhere and that daddy said he was on his way and that maybe I should have had that extra cup of coffee this morning.

Then daddy came.  He rescued.  And we got on our merry way.

Oh Monday!!!

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