Mother + Academia = ???

It’s 8:11 am and I am packing my son’s snack for half-day Kindergarten. My head is pounding from a lingering cold and dishes from last night’s impromptu dinner of chicken fajitas (half of which the dog stole off of the counter) are piled in the sink. If I don’t get them in the washer soon, I’ll have a trail of ants across my kitchen counter. Continue reading