is a monumental piece around this house. I used to be okay with Monday mornings....but now I shriek when that Monday morning wake up call calls for "Daddy". When that door opens and it's me, mommy....the boys both look at me with blank stares of disappointment and say, "mommy, where is daddy?"
When little hand hits the 5, mommy is history. Daddy is home and the boys forget about me. I'm okay with this...especially because I know they love me just as much, they just see me too much! But man, when daddy is home, this world is a better place!
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