Bubbles, the bane of parental existence

And source of the toddler meltdown apocalypse

Photo by Braedon McLeod on Unsplash

I’m short of breath and light-headed.

The world is slightly spinning.

And no, it’s not because I’ve finally found time or summoned the will to do some “cardio.” I've not hit the Peloton that’s been collecting dust in the basement since we had our second.

I’m out of breath because I’ve been blowing bubbles which, with each…