I settled into it as one would a freshly made bed. A sigh of pleasure escaped as lights effervesced around me in a full-body halo: my first donut from Kwik Trip on a day when nothing was going right. The kids were locked into car seats watching Barney as I licked glaze off my fingers then slid over spackled lips to capture every particle of sugar, salt and saturated fat. One is never enough and I knew I might never find my disappearing middle again. But that confection was a life preserver tossed into the abyss, a sleepless free fall of fighting toddlers and tantrums. So I grasped for salvation and found eleven reasons to hold on. While they dozed to the saccharine tune, It's a Beautiful Day, I ate them all and turned the minivan around for more. This time, I asked for rainbow sprinkles.