There is a special kind of time called “Mommy Time.” It’s sacred to me, especially as a homeschooling parent to a child with special needs. One of the best parts of my Mommy Time is that it makes Mommy, er… I mean me happy. (Gosh, when does that third-party naming habit end?) The most exciting part is that this activity doesn’t involve motherhood at all! I get to be gloriously a-l–o–n-e. Let Me Explain How This Works: When I take my Mommy Time, this means my child is essentia

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