CHAPTER 21
“Is it lunch?” Bowman asks. I don’t have to check the time to know we’re not even an hour past breakfast.
“Not yet.” I hear the annoyance creeping into my voice but can’t help it. I’m not cut out for taking care of children long-term.
“Can I get a snack?”
“Not yet.” When I’m tempted to envy Mel, who gets to leave the house for four hours twice a day, I just imagine her with that busload of fifty or more kids. I can’t have it harder than she does, can I?
But I guess that’s a silly way to look at it. We do it so often, though, try to cheer ourselves up by reminding ourselves there are other people suffering more than we are. What’s the point? You don’t look at a happy couple and tell them, oh, cut that out. Don’t you know there’s lots of people out there who have it so much b
