THE CANDLE IN THE TUB
On failed baths, or, some metaphors I took while trying to get off metaphors
Last night was hard. The usually relatively placid child woke up four times, and on the fourth time, she woke her brother for the day.
Before they pulled off this masterful shift-work, my twins had engaged in an evening of endurance tantrums. It was only with help from our neighbor teen, who is talented and practiced with children, that I managed to “bat…