Not one of those "WE ARE KILLING IT AS PARENTS" days.
But a "We can do this, I think, days".
Left the house at 9 am. With kids fed.
Three kids. Fed.
Hit a festival. For hours.
(Rennfest. Not my scene).
A playground.
A birthday party.
EVEN A BATH.
And we are unscathed.
Mostly.
Parenting three.
Yes we can.
Maybe.
I mean, only if giant turkey legs are included.
