How I Found God In a Toy Bin
Mornings looked like a hurricane on steroids as I scrambled to get my two little lightning bolts out the door. I left no room for unexpected occurrences: sudden potty trips, lost keys, and temper tantrums (Argh!). Ashamedly, I was notorious for not preparing the night before.
On one of those nights, my three year old conveniently lost the match to his only decent pair of tennis shoes. In hopes of avoiding the predictable morning mayhem, I looked everywhere – at least twice. Fumes spewed out of my nostrils and left a smoky path throughout the house.
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