What day is it?

Why are we trying to dry clothes at 7:20 when we have to leave at 7:50?

He asks me if I’m running late. I tell him that some days, getting the kids out of the shower and out of the house takes longer than you’d like.

Despite the amount of positive self-talk, sometimes there is no getting around your true feelings.

At least I have this to focus on.

Dark office all day. I wonder where he is.

I make a weekly attendance chart and a copy of the practice plan for her. This is kind of like having an assistant.

I think she’s trying to call my bluff.

His practice isn’t over yet. I decide to take a jog to pass the time. The construction equipment obstructs my view of the fluorescent sunset. I pass a house on my left; its windows are uncovered, and the lights are on. I try not to stare. I am going to feel this in the morning.

Or, maybe she didn’t quit.