A Mom’s Brain is the Hardest Working Thing on the Planet

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I wake up because someone is touching my arm. I slowly peel open one eyeball. It’s my daughter. She’s 5 and she’s obsessed with me. Good morning, little one. I scoot over and she crawls in next to me. It’s early, I have time. But I can’t go back to sleep. What’s today? Who’s driving the kids…