This is the story of that day, from my point of view.
I spent the afternoon doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. I took a nap. I ate a bowl of cereal for lunch. I watched a terrible reality TV show. I let the dog throw up stay on the rug for four hours just to prove I could. mom pov sandra
I sat down on the couch. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the blank TV. This is the story of that day, from my point of view
My morning started like a sprint. My husband, Mark, was already on a work call in the home office. My son, Liam (14), was in the "I’m too cool for breakfast" phase. My daughter, Chloe (11), had a science diorama due that morning that she had conveniently forgotten to mention until 10 PM the night before. I took a nap
We ate pizza on the couch. We left the mess in the kitchen. The dog threw up again (different spot). And for the first time in a long time, I laughed.