‘How do you do that so easily?’ I asked.
‘I’m just Grandma,’ my mother said.
It was one of those mornings: My eldest wouldn’t get dressed for school, and I had to plead with my toddler to eat something, anything, on his breakfast plate.
Most weekday mornings feel like controlled chaos as I attempt to get myself to the office and my two boys off to kindergarten and preschool. The frustration rises as I watch the clock ticking and notice that my 6-year-old is still in his pajamas.
For the Love of Grandma
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