the morning drop offs. after the hustle of waking everyone up, getting dressed, eating breakfast, making lunches, battling the usual “i don’t wanna go to school today” from a certain few, and finding shoes we make it out of the house in barely just enough time. three kids, three schools. remy is the last to drop off and he usually watches out his window as the big kid-middle schoolers walk across the street to school. watching his big brother till he turns the corner behind the school walls and is out of sight.