Our recycling blew over yesterday, threatening my reputation. Not as a homeowner (which we aren’t right now) but as a mother. Art projects and doodles draped across the walk, exposing my cold heart to anyone who could see. Luckily it was early in the day and the kids were at school. On a walk I was determined to “acheive” in spite of the wind, I found directions to our Covid-19 tests. Inevitably, no matter how careful I am, I recycle the English language ones and we’re left to decipher nostril-swabs and liquid drops in a foreign language.
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