You’ve sort of finished raising your kids. They are adults who still need you, yes, but since they’re on their own, they need you in a different way.
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C’mon, admit it. When you were a child of napping age, you knew as well as I did how to muss up your hair, the sheets, and your clothing just so. I hated sleep. I could quietly pull out Nancy Drew, or my Spirograph, something quiet to pass the time until I could try leaving my bedroom again.
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