It’s still dark out as I enjoy the calm before the storm, but the house is starting to stir. One of my 8-year-old twins pokes me in the arm and loudly ‘whispers’ in my ear, ‘MOM IS IT THE WEEKEND?’


Ugh. Is it the weekend…that’s a good question? I had no idea.


A few hours later, the house is buzzing with lively zoom lessons, homework scattered on the floor, and our large, very large, and loud dog incessantly barking at the Amazon delivery guy down the block.

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