Sometimes our weekdays with two working parents and two kids under the age of three can feel a lot like trying to move precious artifacts across a war-torn countryside. Now before you roll your eyes at me for being melodramatic, hang in with me here: we have precious cargo (our littles) who, when their demands are not met, hurl objects and insults at us while we try in desperation to figure out a series of logistical events (commuting home, dinner, bath and bedtime) without losing any one of our men (or their limbs, for that matter). On a good day, our carefully thought-out plan has us all smiling, cuddling and dancing to Owl City at the end of the night. On a bad day — well, let’s just say there’s a lot of crying and laying on the floor face down (even the adults).
Enter our weekday savior: Monza Pizza.