Ambiguous Anniversaries

Exactly a year ago at the end of a crazy, long week (Eric’s final grades due Tues, thought we were getting three kids Wed., annual “hey, let us look under your beds and in your closets” foster care recertification, which annually gives me PTSD because my limited cleaning skills get close scrutiny on Thursday, heavy garden push on Friday… we promised the kids a completely relaxing, laid back, nothing-going on Memorial Day Weekend. These would be famous last words.

At 3:30 on Friday afternoon as...