Mommy, I Want to Stay Home
How America Labor is Quitting for a Better Life It’s Monday morning, and the alarm goes off. That screeching sound forces you to peek out from under your covers, even if it’s only so that you can take careful aim at the snooze button. You smack it hard. You do not care if you permanently kill it as long as there is silence in your bedroom. You smile with satisfaction when that offensive sound is gone. You bury your head back under your pillow. For five more minutes, you can pretend you can stay in bed. For five more minutes, you can pretend your mother has given you permission to stay home. At any one point in our young lives, …