Pancake Wars – by Suzanne Biro
I operate in a frenetic fog. Not by choice. It’s the nature of full time work, raising a family [wife edits: I use the verb loosely] and a commitment to feed us all well. There are times though that my mind crystallizes and I surface with clear sight to question, “what the f*&% is going on here?” Four days away for work – a little mini vacation from the usual mummy tasks – affords some clarity.
When I returned, entering the front hall, my first thought was, jeez the cleaning lady is doing a dreadful job, I can’t even put my suitcase down without hitting a stray stuffed animal…oh…or the dog. She should be fired. Oh right, I’m the cleaning lady. The children, yes I had missed them, of course, but they clung to me like the suckers of an octopus, releasing the guilt at having been away to seep…
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