Excuses, excuses

Before I had a child, I was perpetually late. Now I have an excuse.

And this is it . . .

We were doing so good this morning. I had 20 minutes to feed E and head out the door to church. Plenty of time. I thought. Until she threw a tantrum to beat all other tantrums, and promptly passed out as soon as I set her on the bed. The girl needs her beauty rest, no matter what schedule I may have for us.