I had one of those mornings where everything was lined up and orchestrated for a quick and organized exit with my two kids. We were dressed, breakfast had been consumed and my daughter was ready for her early morning dentist appointment. I nursed my son and packed my work bag.
Just as we walked out the door, I picked up my son to put him in his car seat and was splashed with spit up. Against all mommy rules, I yelled out a four letter word that rhymes with spit. I didn't have time to pick out an entire new outfit so I quickly changed my bra and tank top and wiped down my dress as best I could. With no time to spare, we were panting in the doctor's office five minutes later. While I am relieved we made it there on time, I can still smell my new perfume — Eau de Bebe.