I grab clean clothes, search for their shoes, and toss it all in a bag…
When it’s time to leave the house, I snuggle up next to them and watch as they slowly wake. I carry them one at a time to the car, and we talk quietly during the four minute drive to drop them off at my mom’s.
Everybody hops out of the car once we’re in the driveway, and reach down to carry Cade inside because his legs are tired, which is code for I’m not awake, or I’m grumpy.
I tried to lay him down on the couch before turning on cartoons, but he latched onto my arm and wouldn’t let go.
I have to go to work, Cade.
Don’t go to work today.
I have to make us money.
Mommy, I want you to make less money.
He laid his head on my shoulder, and wrapped his arms around my neck…
And I was late to work.
I’m ok with that…