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*3 weeks later* (March 18)
Madison's pov:
I sat at the kitchen island, helping my kids with their homework. Cooper and Gage pulled out their math workbooks, turning to the page that they were assigned to. Wren was working on a couple of cursive worksheets and Willow was learning her alphabet and numbers. I held up the cards that I had bought for Willow so i could help her learn her alphabet and numbers. After I finished up with Willow, I decided to order dinner for the kids and I. I opened up my MacBook, going onto the Domino's website. I added a large cheese pizza and cheese breadsticks, paying for it with my credit card. As we waited for the pizza to arrive, I washed the dishes from this morning. Soon, there was a knock on the door, meaning that the pizza guy was here. I took the five dollars off of the counter, before opening up the front door. The pizza guy handed me the two boxes, having me sign the receipt. I then handed him the receipt as well as the five dollars for his tip.

*2 days later* (March 20)
I sat on the living room couch, with Willow sitting on the floor below me, as I brushed the tangles out of her hair. After brushing out the tangles, I started French braiding the left side of her head, tying it with a maroon hair tie, before doing the other side. Today, Willow was wearing a light blue shirt with a maroon floral dress over it. She also wore her black sandals that zipped at the back. Since Bryson was currently in New York, I had to make sure that all four of the kids were ready to go to school and take them. As Cooper, Gage, and Wren got ready for school, I made the kids lunch before packing them into their lunchboxes. Checking each kids' book bag, I made sure that they had everything that they needed, before adding an ice cold water bottle. I zipped all four backpacks, as the boys came out of their rooms. I handed them their bags and lunchboxes, before we left to go to school. We got into the car, and I drove to the elementary school, dropping the kids off.

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