The morning of my 40th birthday started with a bang, literally. The mother of a nine, six and four-year-old, mornings were frenzied and a race against the clock. Get everyone up; walk the dogs; make breakfast; get washed and dressed for school, eat, pack, sign permission slips, and arrive at the school bus stop with minutes to spare for a 7:35 am pickup. On that morning 10+ years ago, I was in full swing, barking orders, grabbing backpacks, checking for wet toothbrushes, one eye on the clock, my mind anything but calm and focused. So it was really no surprise when I bundled everyone in the car, clicked open the garage door, yanked my car into reverse and proceeded to back into my mother’s car, shearing off the front fender and causing a fair amount of damage to my own car. Continue Reading
