The four of us looked like a freak band of pants-less burglars sneaking down the stairs, blankets wrapped around our shoulders.
For probably ten minutes, I went on a rampage about everything that was wrong in my house on Easter.
I shake my head and realize, as bad as I think I have it, there are so many who have it worse.
I fear the children that will walk out of my house after this quarantine. And you should, too.