100 words

100 words on weekends

Weekends stretch out before me like a walk in soft sand along an expansive beach. Chef is gone by 7 and not home until 10. I wake up on Saturday mornings with a knot in my stomach about just what I’m going to do with all these children all day long. It becomes an ode to refined carbohydrates with championship rounds of how much screen time one can accumulate. I have grand plans of outings and adventures but nothing ever eventuates because getting everyone out of the house can feel insurmountable. And so another weekend rolls around, staring me down.

 

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