I feel like as an adult I am playing a real life version of the trampoline game "don't crack the egg". Getting bounced from side to side, landing flat on my face all while trying my darndest to keep it all together.
At the gym with earbuds in. The cord tucked into my pants like I am listening to something. I'm not. Just don't want to talk to anyone. Plus you can eavesdrop much easier this way.
Does it make me a bad mom if I think it's hysterical to see the terror in a fellow shoppers eyes as they see my daughter pushing a mini shopping cart, running head down in their direction?