I survived Thursday only because Jenna had school and then went straight to a part-time job at a local bookstore. She came home weary, and I gave her a foot massage for all her hard work before leading her to the bathroom. I had prepared a deep, hot bath with a thick layer of bubbles for her. She lay back with a contented smile. I topped up the water for the next hour, served her hot dogs with onion and mustard, three gla...