In our home three o’clock hits like a reminder that the day is far from over, even though it already feels like it’s been three days long. This is the hour where I always think I’m going to get something done — maybe run to Family General, maybe grab the Dolly Parton Knick knacks stuff, maybe pick up the Easter things we still need — but the truth is, nothing moves until David gets home. And that’s just the reality of a one‑car one- driver family trying to stretch time, money, and patience all at once. As we work on C’s driver’s license this week. I swear, every time I say, “We’ll…