“LISA Ann Mabry, I am leaving this house in thirty seconds. If you know what’s good for you, you and Amy will both be in the car and strapped in before then,” Carol yelled from the base of the stairs.
It would forever remain a mystery to her how she could get herself, and Lisa dressed, fed, and packed to go for the day by seven every weekday morning but on Sunday mornings it took every ounce of her will to get them out the door by nine-fifteen. Lisa still hadn’t shown up, and Carol yelled back up the stairs. “You’re going on ten seconds. Nine. Eight.”
It took full power “mother control” not to smile as the two little girls came barreling down the stairs and through the front door. Once they were out of sight, she let the giggle escape as she picked up her purse, violin case, and Bible of
