you to come for a few hours.”
I should have said yes.
Instead, I started making excuses.
“Your father has a bad back.”
“I know.”
“He can’t be running after three toddlers.”
“I know, Mom.”
“What about your husband?”
“He’s out of town for work. I told you that last week.”
I remembered.
But instead of letting that soften me, my frustration grew.
“Well, Sarah, that’s not our problem.”
The words came out colder than I intended.
“You chose to have three children. You need to figure out how to
