Crushed Cheerios coated their tiny milk drenched feet as we cleaned up the result of the explosion of emotions that followed my final, “No, ma’am!” Of all mornings to have a melt-down, my first day at my first job as a solo-mom.
Did I mention my hair was in hot rollers and also coated with a gooey mixture of Big Sexy Hairspray and the cheerios marinade? I felt exactly like those cheerios – spilled, crushed, and trampled on. In that moment of holding it together so the children wouldn’t see me break, I heard the Father speak in the voice of my 4-year-old. She confidently said, “Izzokay, Mommy, izzo-ripe. You sayd Jesus cleans up our messes.”
And just like that, I was late to my first day of work. My reason?
I was held up by lots of hugging on the kitchen floor.