"Mom? Mommy, where are my socks?" my youngest son screamed out in the midst of our rushed morning routine.
"They are on your feet!"
With only ten minutes left to spare to get my three little gentlemen to school on time, I stood in front of the coffee maker, hoping if I stared at it hard enough, my coffee would brew faster.
Here's my dose of reality: I could save an entire three minutes if I forego the bra and throw on a baggy sweatshirt on over my pajama top. Then I would have an extra three
