The smell of pot roast escapes from the lid of the slow cooker and wafts down the hallway to my home office. My washer and dryer hum harmoniously in the distance while generating hours’ worth of laundry for me to fold tonight after dinner.
Already today, I’ve paid some bills and balanced the checkbook, determined the next steps needed to help my son enroll in his chosen college for next year, and overhauled the volunteer list for a high school parent group I lead.
I even took a shower, the sign of a well-organized day for a work-from-home mom.
Which brings...











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