Every single day is the same routine: handling phone calls, setting appointments, and pretending not to hear the agents arguing about their clients.
Most days I’m simply counting the minutes until I can hurry home to my kids. That evening I was already running late.
My little ones, Frodo and Daisy, are five and seven, the perfect age where they can melt your heart and drain every ounce of your energy in the same moment.
They usually stay with the nanny after school and daycare, but on the days the nanny can’t come, Mom steps in.
Mom was watching them that day. She had just finished a long hospital shift and, even though she never complains, I could hear the exhaustion in her voice when she called earlier.
“Sweetheart, is it all right if I let the kids have some screen time? I’ll be right there with them. I just need a moment to rest,” Mom had said.
Of course I told her yes. My mother, Galad, is the strongest woman I know, but even she needs a break sometimes.
My ex-husband Thran walked out two years ago, right after Daisy turned three. He decided he simply “wasn’t cut out for family life.” His words, not mine.
