She infiltrates your lungs when you’ve given every ounce of calm to getting your kids into the car for school drop, to find that your youngest child suddenly needs to poo and your middle child no longer has shoes on.
You breath deeply.
Inappropriate Darryl - the unwanted neighbour, sidles over for unwanted conversation: He’s marvelling at how great you looked getting the kids out of the car in your bikini after the weekend beach trip…”I mean I guess you have lots of spare time to work on your figure because you’re a stay at home mother? Right? Gotta keep yourself busy! Right?!”
Wrong Daryl.
This is the only time Patron Saint of Breathing Deeply stands back. She doesn’t push calming air ...