It was their last day on the lake. Of course, as they were packing the car to leave, the sun decided to peek out. It had rained the entire weekend. The triplets were restless, spending the last two days trapped indoors, running back and forth over their heads. She’d finally given in and let them sit in front of the television for nearly eight hours yesterday. The activities she planned to occupy them were useless. Arts and crafts, books, board games. The boys had only fidgeted in their seats, alternating between smacking each other and declaring how bored they were. “I’m a bad mother,” she whispered.
Her husband started taking suitcases out of the trunk. “No sense in letting this day go to waste.” He rubbed her cheek. “One more day.”
“One more day.” She smiled.
The fog in her brain lifted as she watched her husband and sons playing football on the lawn from the back porch. James, her oldest by one minute, tossed the ball to her.
“Mommy! Come and play!”
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