In the am, YaYa and I took our time preparing for work and play. We were both tired from staying up late, and in need of a slow-paced morning.
YaYa played with a borrowed toy while I tried to shower myself to life with hot water and soap. It didn’t work. My body demanded coffee and more coffee, and I complied.
So, with the lunches packed, we were out the door, 40 minutes later than usual, and in a better mood for the challenges of the day. The morning may have been slow-paced, but the day is certainly NOT.