Monday

Another short weekend and another one to come. On Monday morning, all of my kids become deathly ill but we just nod and push them out the door. Of course you hate school, I say, it is boring but your dad and I have work and there’s no food in the house so it is better to go to school than to stay here. And in the evening when I come in and quiz them about their days, never do I hear a sour word, a regret of having gone into the world they so dreaded. Instead I hear about…