It taunted me like a predator in a school yard handing out suspicious looking cigarettes. “Sure you will be able to make it all the way to school…don’t worry. I got this. I promise I won’t quit you halfway there forcing you to walk him the rest of the way in your stylish blue and purple plaid clown pajama pants coordinated ever so beautifully with the sequined brown and red dirty fuzzy bootie slippers. The other moms should be so fashion-forward. C’mon…trust me.”
I was being lured in by the sweet talk until I remembered one important thing. I’ve got RANGE. Not "of motion" or "home on the", but a sweet little ingenious feature included on my car that reveals to
RANGE said I still had 33 miles to go before I would have to make the walk of shame in my fashionable ensemble. RANGE is now my new best friend.