Readers share their take on not sweating the small stuff
“Wait,” says Mom. “Where’s your stuff?”
“My stuff?” Your stomach sinks. There’s an avalanche worth of stuff in your desk, and you’ve been fearing a landslide for the past ten months. Now you have to face reality and shlep it all home. With a sinking feeling, you take a couple of garbage bags and head back to school.
But what’s a few tons to shlep when ten weeks of vacation lie ahead? Readers share their take on not sweating the small stuff.
“Where’s your stuff?” said no Jewish Mother ever.
What actually happens is like this. “What’s all this stuff? Why didn’t you just dump it in the garbage can at school? Why did you shlep it home? And, most importantly, where are you going to put it?”
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