Hey Friend This morning felt like a win. Got the kids up on time ✅ Shoes on the right feet ✅
Lunches packed, chaos avoided, out the door — and on time, no less.
So there I am, Friend feeling like Supermom/Superdad (cape optional), coasting on parental glory.
I even made it to the gym. Endorphins were flowing. I’m thinking: “Wow, I’ve got this day in a headlock.”
But then... I looked at my gas gauge. E — as in “Enjoy walking if you don’t fix this.”
So I pull into the gas station. No big deal. Quick in and out. Right?
Nope.
What should have been a 3-minute pit stop somehow turned into a mini soap opera, complete with an argument with the gas station attendant who apparently woke up and chose violence.
I’m talkin’ full-blown "Are you serious right now?" energy.
Now, I could sit here and type the whole thing out for you...
But honestly? I caught it all right here on video, and you really gotta see it to believe it: |