Janie slipped into her sneakers. She hadn’t planned on a run, but there was plenty she hadn’t planned on this morning.
First, the yogurt incident. Then a nearly ruined shirt followed by a broken dryer. Add in an inaccessible car and suddenly the clock was ticking.
Costume day at school. Usually a low stakes affair, but not for her eight-year-old. For him, it was everything.
She held the wet camouflage top high while doing laps around the house. Thankfully the bus was still ten minutes out. Just enough time to air-dry if she ran hard enough.
Good mom, that Janie.
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