I know that other people developed hobbies and stuff during quarantine, but I spent my time doing extremely important things like conjuring up a fake relationship with someone who accidentally used my email to order DoorDash. Please enjoy this 1,800 word description of this alternate reality. Also, if you know Jenn in California, tell her I say hi.
Last week, I almost killed my daughter. It started off as really any other week ever does. My husband had been travelling pretty much non-stop for nearly the entire month. Whether we wanted to or not, we were all falling into a fairly regular rhythm without him, at least Monday-Friday. With school and activities and for better or worse, the days seemed to move rather quickly but by evening all three of us were stretched thin. Collectively, we all seemed to peek at maximum crabbiness somewhere around 6pm. It was shortly after this time last Wednesday night that I brought the kids upstairs to help them get washed up for bed. My daughter had an upset stomach for most of the day but I hadn’t thought much of it. She was otherwise happy and playing and generally herself. I did know that she was very tired. Still, we were a good hour and a half from her usual bedtime of around 8pm. I put her in the bath and let it start to fill and left the room to go start the shower for my...
That was brilliant. But doesn't she realize she's never getting confirmations of her orders!?
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