It was a Tuesday, which is probably the most forgettable detail, except I remember it because nothing special happened. No big fight. No real emergency. Just another ignored plea to stop running around so I can get her jammies on. It was the third time I’d asked her to get ready for bed. I’d said…
It usually hits at 2:00 AM. Your throat feels like sandpaper, your head is pounding, and your fever is climbing toward 102 degrees. Then 6:00 AM arrives right on schedule. Your two-year-old bounces onto your chest like an energetic bowling ball, screaming for waffles and ready to wrestle. There were grandiose plans for raising the…
It is 5:30 PM on a Tuesday. You just wrapped up a chaotic 9-to-5 workday babysitting adult babies, and you are running on absolute fumes. You take a deep breadth in the car to ready yourself, you open the door, and….find yourself walking into a minor natural disaster. The kids have endless energy. You have…
