Sixty-five years old. No paycheck. No thank you. No rest. Just a free babysitter for 2 years. My own son watched it happen and said nothing. The day I chose myself – he called it selfish. I called it survival. I chose survival…. They never expected what came next….. – News

one small thing at a time.

I remember one Tuesday in October. I had been there since 6:30. Tyler had been fussy all day, a tooth coming in. Mia had spilled juice on the couch and cried about it for 40 minutes.

I had done two loads of laundry, swept the kitchen, made a pot of chicken soup from scratch because Leon had texted me that he wasn’t feeling continue reading …