My mom’s carpool day was Thursday. Plagued by a lifetime of anxiety that manifested itself most pervasively in her phobia of being late, she would arrive at school no later than 2:30 pm, a generous cushion before our 3:30 dismissal time. She would sit in the car, waiting for us to emerge, soothed by that extra time.
Carpool Snacks
My mom’s carpool day was Thursday. Plagued by a lifetime of anxiety that manifested itself most pervasively in her phobia of being late, she would arrive at school no later than 2:30 pm, a generous cushion before our 3:30 dismissal time. She would sit in the car, waiting for us to emerge, soothed by that extra time.
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