Chapter ElevenThe last fifteen minutes of my ride home is spent reveling in a blissed out state of bubbly elation mixed together with a healthy pour of exhaustion. My non-stop mental gymnastics is equivalent to a competitive Level 10 floor routine, only in my world, the music is stuck on repeat and I’ve done hundreds of tumbling passes instead of only having to complete the required three.
The daycare parking lot is nearly empty and I can see the tots monkeying around on the playscape at the back of the property. Instead of walking through the building, I slip through the side gate and immediately I’m swarmed by super-excited, super-sweaty toddlers all trying to compete while shouting for my attention.
“Jessica’s mom!”
“Jessica’s mom!”
“Jessica’s mom!”
They’re all revved up, redlining
