It’s 7:43 am and I’m in the daycare parking lot while my husband drops the kids off. Our 19 month old woke up crying this morning and my husband got up with him but then my 3 year old woke up screaming bloody murder because I was still in bed.

She’s been super fussy lately and practically follows me everywhere. She banged on the door until I got up, feeling extremely nauseous. I rushed to the bathroom to erh, let it out, then we all went downstairs to start our day an hour earlier than usual...

I tried to open up my nausea medication over the sink and my daughter pushed me, and the entire bottle of pills went down the drain...

What a nice start to being 26 ...