Being a mom was no walk in the park. I had to pack their bags, pack their snacks, and pack their extra clothes.
I had to help Maya in the bathtub. Wash Brooke’s hair. Cut the edges off the sandwiches because the crusts were “gross”.
The kids guided me since I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. At times I felt like a slave as the girls called me to do a task and I was parentally obliged to perform it.
They were demanding masters and incompetence was not tolerated. Barry, my boss back at the firm, could learn a thing or two about efficiency from Maya and Brooke Fisher.
When I heard the doorbell, I was ecstatic despite my discomfort for what would happen when the house was cleared of children.
“Audrey, Mickey’s here!” Clark called.
I blew a tendril of hair away from my face with m
