Because some days, the universe tests your patience before the coffee’s even done brewing — proof that parenting is equal parts love, laughter, and damage control, all before 7:30 AM. ☕❤️

Ever have one of those days where you just want to crawl back into bed?

Yeah… yesterday was one of those days.

It started off fine—until it was time to leave.

My son drinks hot chocolate most mornings on the way to school. I handed him his straw (a hard plastic one), thinking he’d just put it in his cup.

Yeah… nah.

Instead, he sticks it in his mouth, walks to the stairs, jumps down a few, then back up them—and bam—hits the straw into the roof of his mouth. Gouges it. Chokes himself. 😳👀🤦🏻‍♀️

He comes running at me, freaking out, mouth full of blood. Open mouth, mind you.

I’m like, “Dude, what in the world? Spit in the sink so I can see where that’s coming from.”

Yup. Nice big chunk out of the roof of his mouth.

So I make some salt water and have him swish. Not fun, but it stops the bleeding. Definitely going to take some time to heal. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Lesson learned?

My son: “I don’t like straws anymore!”

Me: “Uh, no. The lesson is: we don’t walk with objects in our mouth, we don’t jump with objects in our mouth, and we definitely don’t jump on the stairs with objects in our mouth.”

My son: “Oh yeah… that.” 😅

So then we finally get in the car. The cup holders suck, so he’s supposed to hold his hot chocolate.

Except… he forgets. 🙃

I’m turning off our road on to the main drive when I hear from the back seat:

“I hate this car! It’s so annoying! Momma! I can’t go to school like this!”

I turn around—and it’s everywhere.

Hot chocolate all over him, all over the seat, all over the cup holders. 😩

So I pull back into the driveway. He runs inside, strips, I grab random clothes from the dryer (no clue if they even match), he throws them on, and we’re off again.

We were a hot mess yesterday.

Parenting isn’t for the faint of heart—it’s for those who can handle blood, chocolate, and chaos before 7:30 AM. ☕💪