Because trouble comes in all sizes.
The illustration above was inspired by the need to introduce time management to my toddler. The school day rush hour became quite the maelstrom in our home. Frustrations became exacerbated, tempers flared, and everyone ended up late and cranky. We were ready for a change.
For my family, rush hour begins at home. The morning, demonstrating a brazen disregard for privacy, crashes our slumber party disturbing the peace. As a parent with young children, you instinctively stumble out of bed struggling for some level of coherence before the kids awaken to the sounds of morning. You navigate through the darkness with the stealth like skill of a drunken blindfolded raccoon rummaging through trash cans. Inevitably you step on a squeaky misplaced toy or unleash a primal scream after stubbing your toe on the clothes dresser that clearly must have been relocated while you slept. Like a cosmic shock wave, the ripple effects of your auditory disturbance usher in a chain of events resulting in chaos. Another school day begins.