I was folding the sheets that had just come out of the dryer this morning. They were really wrinkled because I had left them in the dryer overnight, long after the cycle had finished. As I was folding, I remembered that my mom used to iron our bedsheets on an old ironing table at the front door. I briefly wondered how she had the time for that. Then I remembered that she would kick us out of the house every morning with a warning not to come back until lunch and a reminder to drink water from the hose if we got thirsty.
Oh, yeah. That’s how she had time.