Hustling off to school
“Dad, I can’t find my homework!” shouted my youngest from the hallway. With a slight chuckle, I handed over a forgotten lunchbox to another kid.
“Alright, everyone, let’s get moving,” I commanded, orchestrating the morning’s organized chaos.
Shoes were tied, jackets zipped, and backpack straps adjusted in a hurry. Moments later, we piled into the minivan, and I juggled a mix of breakfast dishes and last-minute school forms.
Mornings were a whirlwind, but I cherished them.
