My parked car was smashed terribly bad and it put me in a good mood. Who would’ve thunk that the thing to shake me out of my funk was having my car wrecked?

I have three kids. And when things get really tough, when I’ve answered 2,314 “mom?’s,” and have been asked 5 questions in 6 seconds, I choose which one I would get rid of. The answer is always the same…the youngest.

While my husband was getting a haircut, I left my sleeping toddler in the car and stood in the doorway of the salon to give him a message. The hairdresser and my husband called me in. I refused because my daughter was sleeping in the car. But they insisted, and I went in, but then asked my hairdresser what he thought I should do for my next hair cut. About a minute later, I went back to the car, and my kid was in the parking lot. She had climbed out, and was hysterically crying. The parking lot attendant held her hand. I couldn’t feel worse. My vanity could have killed my daughter. Not to mention psychological harm.