“It’s Friday, Mommy. You sometimes get us donuts on Fridays.” My daughter looked at me with saucer eyes and pronounced pout. Her older sister lurked into the room, watching us carefully.
They sometimes team up. Almost always for the sake of a treat of some kind. It’s fun.
This was the Friday before Christmas, 8:37 a.m. Seven decades worth of winter break stretched out ahead of us, a tundra of off-routine children full of energy and laments.
The battle for my composure had only begun.
Sometimes we must fight with resistance. Sometimes we must fight with strategy.
In that moment, I opted for the latter. Continue reading “Cupcakes for breakfast and other wise choices I’ve made recently”
