-Victoria-
The Sunday mornings with the twins are my best time of the week. Not only do they sleep until eight, but no one interrupts us in the kitchen—no phone calls, no morning visits, and definitely no dressing up in clothes. My robe, pajama, and fluffy socks rule that day.
I woke up relaxed. Considering my hectic week and the twins’ sugar episode last night, it was something new. It was almost a miracle to put them to sleep before 10 p.m., but once they bounced their energy on their beds, they fell on their faces, snoring.
I ended my night with only a half glass of wine while I replied to every client's email. And if the twins and the work weren’t enough, Tom’s visit ruined all my plans for the lovely evening. His mother called me while I was typing an email, and without looking at
