Morning Bustle Continues
As the sun peeked through the curtains, David and Lisa moved hurriedly around the house as usual, rushing past the dinner table without a second thought about the little chaos left from last night’s meal. Late again, they were just blurs of rushed steps and whispered apologies, barely sparing a glance. Meanwhile, I sat quietly with Emma and Jake, whose giggles filled the room with warmth. To David and Lisa, I felt more like background music—there, but unnoticed amid their endless race against time.
Morning Bustle Continues
Ballet And Colds
Tuesday morning kicked off with its usual hiccups: I bundled Emma into the car for her ballet class while Jake stayed home, complaining of a sore throat. Emma’s excitement was infectious as she twirled on her tiptoes, begging, “Nana, can you dance with me?” Meanwhile, Jake curled up on the couch with soup and cartoons. My day quickly turned into a balancing act of pirouettes and sniffles—a quiet dance they hardly noticed but one I navigated with practiced ease.
Ballet And Colds
