Every morning Jack and I take a selfie. It’s a gift we give ourselves for surviving the morning chaos.
I’ve described our mornings before, but here’s the short version — teeth, toilet, laundry, shower, get dressed, toilet, downstairs, dogs, medication, hydration, waffles (don’t judge), say good-bye to Anna, toilet (often followed by cleaning the bathroom floor), shoes, jacket, breathe AND sit on the stairs and take a selfie.
This morning’s routine was particularly messy and Jack and I were feeling a little discouraged until we looked at some of our most resent masterpieces. Jack can always turn a sour mood around with his smile – and his scrunchy face.