Wake-Up Call

Running footsteps. Backdoor slams. Maybe it’s snowing, I think, and then snuggle more deeply under the covers. It’s Sunday morning and I’m trying to sleep late. Crash.  Little Guy cries. Oh no, what is going on? I begin to wake up. “Do you have the shop-vac?” my husband shouts. This propels me out of bed. Groggy, […]

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