Surviving Every Little Catastrophe: The Morning Hustle Chronicles (7/20)

this comic is my life, like, every single morning. I mean, who hasn’t shouted “TEETH!” at some point, right? Honestly, managing to get out the door feels like defeating a final boss in a video game. The kid has one shoe, the backpack mystery, and please, let’s take a moment to acknowledge the “I’ll start tomorrow” mantra. Who wrote this? Are they secretly watching me? And then, finally, there’s that fake smile moment. It's like, "Look at me, got my life together for a hot second!" But inside, I'm just hoping I didn’t forget something important—again. It’s a comedy of survival, really. Man, I need coffee. This is why I can’t have plants; I'm too busy trying to adult.