My Big Girl Shoes
Predictably, the morning went to pot since I had to get out of the house a half hour earlier than usual. To my new bosses it probably felt like a nominal request. “Can you come in a half hour early on Friday?” What’s a half hour to most people? But for me, it required making “arrangements,” two sets of arrangements to be precise. One for my grade school kids and one for my preschooler. A neighborhood parent was kind enough to see the older guys onto the bus, and I was able to drop off my toddler a half … Continue reading