Recently, I forgot to pick up my girls from ballet. This isn’t the first time I’ve forgotten a kid this year. At 8:30pm, I sat peacefully in bed with my husband, watching a new show on Netflix, wondering why the house was so quiet. Like a scene from Home Alone, I sat straight up and said, “THE GIRLS!”
I sprinted out the door in my pajamas (without shoes…
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