After-Noah’s-Art-class lunch at Dean & Deluca could make or break a gal’s social prospects in a way rivaled only by middle school cafeterias. And though I was usually the one to suggest lunch (the best way to be included, I’d learned), I never actually got to join in. Week after week found me driving past the outdoor eateries, teary-eyed, watching the other mommies laugh and gossip while their little ones napped in strollers or happily chomped on Cheerios. My kids didn’t rest. They didn’t sleep or sit contentedly with a toy. They were … intense. And constant. So I was constantly wound up on
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