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Hold still. We’re going to be late,” said Sharon as she tried to put shoes on 2-year-old Michael, who kept squirming away.

Finally succeeding with the shoes, Sharon turned to 4-year-old Brittany, who was trying to pull a brush through her hair. “It’s stuck, Mom,” Brittany said.

“Well, no wonder. Just how did you get gum in your hair? I don’t have time for this, Brittany. We’ve got to leave.”

Getting to the van fifteen

minutes behind schedule, Sharon strapped the kids in, and then herself. Just as she was about to pull away, she remembered that she had not checked the fridge for messages.

“Just a minute, kids. I’ll be right back.” Running into the house, she frantically searched for a note

from Tom. She vaguely remembered him mumbling something about being held over at work. She grabbed the Post-It and ran back to the van.

“He’s picking on me,” complained Brittany when her mother climbed back in.

“Oh, shut up, Brittany. He’s only 2. He can’t pick on you.” “Yes, he did,” Brittany said, crossing her arms defiantly as she

stretched out her foot to kick her brother’s seat. “Oh, no! How did Mikey get that smudge on his face? Did

you do that, Brit?” Brittany crossed her arms again, pushing out her lips in her

classic pouting pose. As Sharon drove to the day care center, she tried to calm her-

self. “Only two more days of work this week, and then the week- end. Then I can catch up on housework and have a little relaxed time with the kids. And Tom can finally cut the grass and buy the groceries,” she thought. “And maybe we’ll even have time to make love. Boy, that’s been a long time.”

At a traffic light, Sharon found time to read Tom’s note. “Oh, no. That’s what he meant. He has to work Saturday. Well, there go those plans.”

What Sharon didn’t know was that her boss had also made plans for Sharon’s Saturday. And that their emergency Saturday babysitter wouldn’t be available. And that Michael was coming down with the flu. And that Brittany would follow next. And that . . .

“Yes, he did,” Brittany

said, crossing her arms

defiantly as she kicked

her brother’s seat.

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