03/03/2026
Yes I’m late.
Late getting out the door.
Late to respond to texts.
Late to show up looking put together.
Because I am a mom.
Getting ready means someone needs a snack the second I open my makeup bag.
It means a toddler following me to the bathroom.
It means breaking up arguments while trying to find my shoes.
The house is messy.
There are toys everywhere.
Laundry waiting.
Dishes in the sink.
And somehow I am still trying to brush my hair in the middle of it all.
So yes I’m late.
