Just when I thought I could relax…

After a long work week, I finally settle in. Cozy, comfy, and I even found something decent to watch on TV. The peace is almost perfect.

Then—

“Mom!” he yells.

I pause the show, already on high alert. “Yes?”

“I need help.”

Springing out of bed like a superhero on standby, I rush in to find… absolutely nothing.

MJ isn’t in danger. There’s no mess. No meltdown.

Just him, sitting on the very edge of the couch with his slushy like he’s about to host a toddler TED Talk.

And of course, Atticus the Pomsky is curious—getting just a bit too close to that icy cup.

So what do I do?

I reposition MJ, remind the dog of his boundaries, and tiptoe back to bed like I’m trying not to wake the chaos gods.

Try to unwind again. Wish me luck.

With grace (and giggles),

Daquana — a boy mom with stories to tell

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