Life seemed full of missteps. If only she could undo them
Deena surveyed the room tiredly. Clearing the mess felt like wading through a never-ending wave pool in a water park, but not in a fun way. She kicked the kids’ shoes to the side, wondering if she should hide them somewhere so the kids would finally learn. The thought of bending down to pick up the footwear, however, deterred her. It was easier to leave them where they were. Tomorrow. She’d deal with the mess tomorrow.
It was past two in the morning, and the baby was going to wake up for a feeding in the next 15 minutes, but 15 minutes counted. She dozed off, woke up with the baby, fell asleep again, fed the baby again, and then it was morning.
“I don’t see why not,” Deena chirped cheerily into the receiver. “We can definitely upgrade your ticket. And, of course, we’ll be glad to honor the voucher. There’s a surcharge, but don’t worry, it’s worth every penny.”
Mr. Ludmir would be proud of her. She’d handled 22 emails and three phone calls, and it wasn’t even 9 a.m. yet.
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