I walked into a waiting room full of people, holding Noah’s hand. “Ok, buddy, we’re going to be waiting a while, would you like to watch videos?” (This is a no-judgement zone, we’re all just doing the best we can here.)

One by one people are being called back and I’m watching the clock. It’s Noah’s first day back to Mother’s Day Out (aka “school”) and he’s going to be late. He’s content, but I feel like my skin is crawling.