Cleaning my room – the room hit hardest by the vacation unpacking. Think about a cotton hurricane hitting a tsunami of tchotchkes and add a tornado of toiletries… It’s overwhelming and slow moving. My little guy decides to help and finds a penny under my bed. With bright eyes and an innocent smile he says “Mom! A penny under your bed, maybe you’ll get lucky!” To which my sweet girl replies, “No way, mom doesn’t have that kind of luck”.