“Your kids don’t know what a weekend is. But neither do you, because you’re a parent.” Breakfast serving and cleaning assistant A weekend for me shouldn’t be called a weekend, but a part-time job, and I don’t mean my actual part-time job as a blogger. https://littlepuzzlesandme.com/how-to-know-without-words-that-you-are-a-mother/ My weekend started with waking up around 7:30 because the kids wanted breakfast. And that was the least of my responsibilities. In the living room, there was still a blanket construction site, a house half of which belonged to Dorothy and the other half to Patrick. Patrick also had drills and all the necessary tools on his side, and on Dorothy’s side, the entire…