Yesterday's carefully planned “let’s make some wholesome Dad memories before surgery” adventure got slightly rewritten by the universe.
13 May 2026
Instead we got:
- a broken tooth that needed an emergency dentist appointment (me)
- a daycare virus (the tiny one)
- almost no sleep
- and a tiny hurricane child operating entirely on popsicles and at about the level of a gentle breeze compared to her usual chaos and destruction
Honestly though? Still a great day.
The tiny one decided the best use of morning was becoming the tallest person in the family by riding around on Dada’s shoulders like some tiny exhausted emperor surveying her kingdom.
We didn’t make it out on some big meaningful adventure.
No magical family road trip montage.
No emotional sunset moment.
Just a day hanging out in the lounge watching kids programs and contemplating how ridiculous life can be sometimes.
And honestly, that’s probably the stuff we remember anyway ❤️