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My children sweep their hands in lazy circles over droopy eyelids, their limbs heavy with sleep as they slowly shuffle into the kitchen.  The day begins quietly, conversations percolate as I sip my morning coffee.  Breakfast is a scavenger hunt for something indulgent as we settle at the table haphazardly, the family dog nestled beneath my husband’s chair.  Sunlight streams in through the windows washing away the evening’s dreams and Saturday unfolds.