I open my eyes Saturday morning to an awful day—wind and rain. Johanna and David are playing video games.
Heidi comes in and once she sees I’m awake, says, “Hear that? I would reprimand them if I knew what they could be doing somewhere else. Coffee will be ready in a minute,” she adds.
I gaze about the room. Boxes and packing crates are everywhere, just waiting for Heidi and me to unpack them. I look out the window, waiting for the coffeemaker to finish—it was one of the first things we unpacked. Heidi sits down on the bed.
“We still have so much ...