My husband works really hard at his job. And I understand that he's in charge and all that. But he's the one who is supposed to pick the boys up from daycare so that I can get supper ready. Invariably, at least once a week (more lately), he calls me at the last possible minute to tell me he's gonna be late and needs me to pick up the boys. Which is fine, but he chooses the very moment when I'm passing the turn to daycare to tell me this. Oh and says he may need me to pick them up. MAYBE?! Either YES or NO... I'm at a critical turn here!!! Ugh. Then he gets mad cause I'm yelling, "YES OR NO ALREADY!!!" I'm not the calmest person... So now it's MY job to pick up the kids. And make supper. And do laundry, and feed them, change them, get them up in the morning, ... WTF? When did I become a single mom? And what's bad, is I know for a fact that he helps out way more than other dads. Sigh. Being a mom can be really tiring sometimes.
But then I see Riley dance around the house, singing in his little voice incoherant words that only he understands. And Eli sits up by himself for the first time, and scoots around everywhere. And they laugh their little hearts out while the dog chases them down and licks the crap out of them. And then I remember why I do all this...
As Riley would say... "Oh well"
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