My twins, codenamed Baby A and Baby B, started kindergarten today.
I spent my whole life working with kids, wishing for my own someday, then when the moment came, I was a panicked, worried mess.
This month was about survival, making it to sunset, passing out in bed next to your sick child, and praying the next day will be better.
As you can see, my writing time is dependent on my children being asleep.
This, however, has not stopped the runny noses mixed with the bleeding noses.
Fifth Draft 