Sade’s POV
Fridays were always a whirlwind in my house. The rush of getting four kids ready, double-checking backpacks, and making sure they had everything they needed before heading to their dad’s for the week was enough to drain me before the day even truly began. The kitchen buzzed with activity as I set the last of their bags in the mudroom.
"Alright, twins, bowls in the sink and grab your toys for Grandma’s house!" I called over my shoulder as I moved to help Marco Jr. and Kamari with their backpacks.
Kamari rolled her eyes but still did as I asked. "Mom, you act like we forget every week."
"You do," I deadpanned, making her and Marco Jr. laugh before we all piled into the car and rushed out the door.
By the time I made it to work, I had just enough time to grab a coffee before
