Lately it feels like I have been overbooked, overtired, and completely overwhelmed. I’ve been deliberate about carving out time where there is no phone, no computer, no timelines, just a daughter and me. I don’t say this to make anyone feel a certain way about me—I am not looking to participate in arguments about how we parent or how we do or don’t climb the corporate ladder. I am saying aloud for the benefit of myself that this one thing I wanted to accomplish, these snippets of alone time with each daughter, have happened. I did close out everything but the cadence in Ave’s reading, the lilt in Fin’s voice as she sang a new song, the quirky sound that Briar makes before she…
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