the weekends so he could see us, but he’d usually fall asleep at some point, and i’d be alone.
it took about one month for reality to set in for both of us. i would drag myself out of bed in the morning, having gotten about three hours of sleep, and make a full pot of coffee to keep myself awake during the day. my daughter would wake up, grumpy and hungry from her night of not sleeping, and my mother in law would come pick her up. “how are you?” she’d ask. “fine!” i’d lie. i would go stare at my computer and try to care about the customers who 