My morning started with a bang, literally, as the garage door hit the front of my car on its way down. My son was in the driver's seat and all I could muster out of my very sleepy mouth was, "Careful!" In his defense...careful of what? The poor guy probably felt helpless trying to assess the mystery, danger situation we were in, as his crazy, groggy mother in her mix matched pjs and winter boots was yelling, as if the sky were falling.

If only I had a dollar for every "be careful"…

Want to stay humble? Have a boatload of kids. One minute you're cool and feel like you've got it all together....then suddenly you're sopping up toilet water or stripping your child in front of a plane full of strangers, due to a diarrhea incident.

I had a really great day. Life is good and I have few complaints. The past couple of weeks have…