Nighttime Resolutions
Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, feeling certain that something had to change. Without telling anyone, I quietly resolved that things around here would be different soon. It wasn’t bitterness driving me, just a firm, gentle nudge reminding me it was time. The house was calm and still—a sharp contrast to the stirring plans taking shape in my mind.
Nighttime Resolutions
Chaotic Thursday Routine
By Thursday, the familiar whirlwind of breakfast, lunch prep, school runs, and endless chores felt heavier than ever. “Emma, don’t forget your lunch!” I called as she skipped out the door. There was no moment to pause or reflect as I moved through the day like clockwork. Yet beneath the surface, the monotonous routine teetered on the edge of breaking—and only I knew how close it was to cracking.
Chaotic Thursday Routine
