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At the same rate that I can feel my youth slipping through my hands like a 100% polyester going-out top from Forever 21, I can feel my daughters’ youth accumulating in theirs.
Processing the realization that I am earning a C-minus on life.
Ah, that feeling of contributing to the 6th mass extinction while saving the monarchs.
They’ve stayed up to too late every night for 400 years. They’ve watched every show on PBS Kids, Disney Kids, Netflix Kids, and you’re tempted to introduce them to TikTok and never see them again.
But, as one does, I realized that 5 a.m. alarm didn’t feel so good. I missed it once. I missed it again. It wasn’t great. I wasn’t Good Mom – I was pretty cranky with my raring-to-go family. But school was close to done; did it really matter if everyone wasn’t exactly fed and dressed? Then, school was done and where did they need to be, anyway?