I rubbed my bleary eyes and dragged my feet into the kitchen. The early morning light spilled through the half-drawn curtains, soft and golden, but my head still felt like a heavy rock. I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. Again.“Coffee first,” I muttered under my breath, reaching for the tin of cheap instant coffee on the shelf.The kids had school today, and it was my day off. No work, No meetings and no screaming bosses. Just peace, coffee, and maybe a clean house by the end of the day.I poured hot water into my chipped mug, added two teaspoons of sugar, and stirred slowly. The first sip made me sigh with relief. It wasn’t good coffee, but it was hot.My eyes drifted across the living room. Crayons on the walls, a sock stuck to the ceiling fan—I still didn’t know how they managed that, a spilled cereal under the table, and Legos that had embedded themselves into the carpet like tiny landmines.“This house needs a serious deep cleaning,” I muttered as I spotted another blue crayon drawi
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