My morning, in numbers:
3: the number of empty cereal boxes found in the cupboard
2: the number of children who were seconds away from losing all privileges for poor behaviour choices
100: the percentage of internal surface area of Jack’s thermos covered by a lovely, greenish-grey, fragrant mold
4: the number of minutes after filling his lunch bag that Jack misplaced said lunch bag
10: the number of minutes of wandering in the same circle, looking in the same places, that it took Jack to “find” his lunch
9: the number of minutes I was late for work as a result of the lost lunch.
This is what I live with. No wonder I am tired.