It was a slow Sunday in mid-August. I was laying in bed – fighting the voice of my younger son calling out to me over and over; “mommy, I am hungry,” “mommy, what’s for breakfast,” “mommy, are you ever going to get out of bed?” I just laid there. I knew I should get up. But it was only 8:07 …
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