Right now Zoey is eating a peanut butter sandwich and watching Dinosaur Train.
Before that she was on my lap screaming, crying, and wiping her snot on my neck.
Before that she screamed, cried, and flailed as I brought her in from the car.
Before that I wondered how much a liquid vacuum costs.
Before that Zoey screamed and occasionally dry heaved in the car all the way home.
Before that I sat on the curb in front of Zoey’s school and a busy bank parking lot. For 10 minutes.
Before that I got a scathing look from a bank customer.
Before that I got a commiserating 0h-I-have-so-been-there look from a parent at Zoey’s school.
Before that Zoey collapsed the top half of her body on the floor of the car and left her legs dangling out into the curb. Also, there was kicking an screaming.
Before that I opened the car door.
Before that I walked through the parking lot while Zoey held my hand. And screamed.
Before that I said, “Ouch! Stop pulling!”
Before that Zoey tried to wrench my arm out of it’s socket.
Before that I didn’t listen.
Before that Zoey said, “Look Mama! A pretty leaf!”