Apparently I wasn’t.
One Tuesday, everything went wrong.
Eli had therapy. Noah complained his stomach hurt. The bus came late, and rain started while we were waiting.
After therapy, I stopped for groceries. We were out of milk, chicken, bread, fruit, and detergent.
Eli fell asleep on the bus home.
Noah started crying when water got inside one sneaker.
When we reached our stop, he wouldn’t wake up properly.
« Mommy, carry me. »
« I have the bags, sweetheart. »
« Please. »
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