I woke up to find my disaster of a kitchen spotless. Then groceries I didn’t buy appeared in my fridge. I live alone with my kids. No one had a key, and I was losing my mind… until I hid behind the couch at 3 a.m. and saw who’d been sneaking in.
I’m 40 years old, and I’m raising two kids on my own.
Jeremy just turned five, and Sophie is three.
You learn pretty fast who you are when the noise dies down, and there’s no one left to blame.