OK. I’m a bitch. I get that. And judgey. I get that, too. What I am not? Ignorant when it comes to what my body looks like. I know that I could stand to lose a few more pounds. That my arms are a little soft. I know that I should always wear deep scoop …

One hour. 60 minutes. 3,600 seconds. That’s all I want. That’s all I ask. I ply them with brand new Crayola Color Wonder paper and markers. Coloring books. Coloring pages. I used to bring toys, but that proved intolerable. I bribe them with food when I think a mess won’t be made. I glare. I …