Silence.
Now, when I feel the spin starting, I go to the couch. I sit down. I look at the chaos from a different angle. And I remind myself: The laundry can wait. The diorama will get built. The permission slip will be signed. mom pov sandra
They were gone. Mark had circled back, grumbling, and taken them. The house was a warzone. The volcano was leaking baking soda on the kitchen table. The dog's mess was still there. Silence
The look on her face—confusion, then a flicker of fear—should have snapped me out of it. But it didn't. I just felt… empty. I had spent years building the identity of "Mom the Provider," and in that moment, the scaffolding collapsed. when I feel the spin starting