The day was particularly grueling. Breakfast was a scrambled mess with a fresh side of irritation, our homeschool morning ended in eye rolls and defeat (me), and the day spiraled into a discouraging rage of tears and meltdowns. Being one to keep her cool, I usually could keep my peace, patience, and poise to move …
The balloon filled and filled and filled. The latex stretched tighter and tighter. Shiny and very tranluscent, the balloon had to burst at any second. No more air could possibly squeeze into the tight oblong ball it had become. And then finally…POP. Cue confetti, tears, relief, anxiousness, all the oxymorons that come with a presidential …
