You can probably see where this is going.
Picture it: Thursday morning. Cub is crying because he got in trouble for not being nice to Naomi. Naomi is crying because Cub was not nice to her. Lydia is crying because I'm putting her in her car seat. And all while we're trying to hurry out the door. Chaos, crying, rush, Mama frantically trying to contain the crowd.
And my phone rings.
Oh, this has gotta be the good life,
This has gotta be the good life,
This could really be a good life, a good life...
The peppy chorus was barely discernible above the little moment of chaos that was playing out in our entryway.
I stifled a smile. And then burst out laughing.
Hooray for moments of hilarity in the midst of a morning rush.
Have a lovely weekend, friends.