
There is a very specific moment in the afternoon that I don’t think we talk about enough. For me, it’s usually around 2:07 p.m.
The kitchen is still messy from lunch. Someone is asking for a snack. Someone else is crying over something small but very important. Dinner hasn’t been started yet. The morning mess hasn’t fully been reset. You’ve been busy all day, but somehow it feels like nothing has actually gotten done.
And looming in the background is the rest of the day—school pickup, dinner, homework, bedtime, backpacks, closing down the house. It’s a lot.
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