It’s 5 p.m. and I’m making dinner. The twins’ bickering has just erupted into a hot-tears-and-screechy-threats fight, and the three-year-old calls from the bathroom to tell me she peed all over the floor. Again. And here is my husband, calling me on his way home from work to ask,
“How was your day?”
There is no easy answer to this question.
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