Max and I have 45 minutes alone together every morning after his brothers leave for school and before he needs to leave. Until recently, it’s been a really nice time of the day. But lately, I’ve been working so hard that I sit at the computer while he eats and reads the paper.
This morning, he said, “Mom, your horoscope sounds like you today.”
Honestly? I was jamming on a project and he barely registered. But somehow, in my stupor, I got up and went to see.
He read to me,
“Libra: You certainly expect a lot of yourself these days. Ease up on the long list of demands you’ve been making on yourself. Perhaps you don’t have to the best at every endeavor.”