Four Days of Reality Training
Day one started early.
I showed up with the kind of cheerful energy that makes guilty people uncomfortable.
The twins were already awake and loud.
Lydia stumbled downstairs, angry and exhausted before breakfast.
Toast burned.
Juice spilled.
One twin screamed because his banana was “broken.”
As in: cut in half.
Day two got uglier.
A diaper situation happened that humbled her immediately.
