Chapter 11

Still thinking of the past when my phone alerts me with a text that reminds me that I need to get my sss up before the twins do. I had been laying on the bed, reminiscing for over an hour, throwing myself off schedule. I check my phone while heading toward my en-suite bathroom.

Miranda: good morning sunshine, can you grab thermal tape on your way in? Ran out of that huge birthday order.

Claire: good morning on it.

That means a stop at the craft store after dropping the twins at daycare. Which meant my mommy's morning would be cut short. I had the same routine every morning since moving to Orlando. Wake up before the twins to have a couple of hours to myself where Mommy didn't have to be a mommy for an hour or two in the morning. I'd usually shower while trying to remind myself I made the right decision and that I'm continuing to make the right decision by keeping my kids to myself. Other mornings, I'm touching myself to the memory of Scott and ivy, and the crazy night and morning we