Page 12 - Peaks Brochure

The rst few days had me questioning my sanity.
After spending a week
at home with a crying newborn and rambunctious toddler, the question
marks turned into bold exclamation points.
I was losing my mind.
The mornings were the hardest, and this overcast morning was no exception. After sending Leah’la and Ruchy off to school, I anticipated a few minutes of golden silence. Two-year-old Moishy seemed to think that was a luxury I could ill-afford.
Cookies crumbled all across the oor. Milk spilling over the edge of the table because Moishy ‘wanna do it myself’. The contents of our toy closet decorating beds, windowsills, and stairs. 180 double-ply tissues uttering everywhere with the empty Kleenex® box crowning Moishy’s head.
And it wasn’t even 9:00 a.m.
Baby Chaya didn’t think much of her brother’s antics. Her lusty cries bounced off the walls
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