Monday Routine
When Monday came, it was back to the usual grind—dropping the kids off at school, then heading out for groceries. Today was all about the basics, the everyday essentials that kept the household ticking. I moved through the aisles on autopilot, my mind busy with something else. A plan was quietly taking shape—something just disruptive enough to make them pause and reconsider my place in our little family circle.
Monday Routine
A Chance Encounter
Midway through my grocery run, I bumped into an old friend, Susan. After catching up, she looked at me and said, “Margaret, you’ve got to think of yourself sometimes.” Her words stuck with me, echoing in my mind long after we parted. I smiled and nodded, feeling a small spark ignite inside. Maybe Susan was right—maybe it was finally time to shake things up and remind them all just how much I do.
A Chance Encounter
