So since Tuesday, my Internet has been down, my husband has been on two trips, I peed myself at my son's baseball game, and Time magazine decided to blow up the world.
If only Einstein had figured out the boob, toddler, stool combo, he could have saved himself some trouble.
I also saw my doctor, thanks mostly to your comments and emails, which I will share more about over here, which just so happens to be where I also wrote about spending Mother's Day alone with your kids.
And even though they're not supposed to kick in for another couple of weeks, I credit them (and my kids' presence) for me not chewing up and spitting out a Starbucks barista when she blamed me for her inability to cut my sandwich in half.
I WAS HOVERING.
Usually that's just called waiting in the "PICK UP" spot for coffee and food, but silly me.
So while sitting outside my local pizza joint in my car to get Internet (KLASSY!), I launched a new Kristen Chase show, compiled all of my favorite Brene Brown quotes, and had a tweet end up on The Huffington Post.
But I'll be honest. That wasn't nearly my favorite. I was on a roll.