6:00pm: I put dinner in the oven. 6:05: Sit at kitchen island with laptop, Logged into Facebook. Hear that sucking sound? 9:00pm: Jolted by smoke alarm blaring. I hear, “Mommy! Mommy!” My dirty faced kid is starving, homework still not done, husband threatening to pack his bags. Promise to try harder tomorrow.

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