I’ve feeling the same way tonight….
I work crazy long hours. The hours aren’t actually crazy, but since my commute is 1.5 hours each way, it feels crazy. I see my children in the morning before they go to school (had to work my way into that flexibility) and then for an hour or so when I get home before they go to bed.
When I came home today, something felt missing. I walked up the stairs from our garage to our first floor, and I heard…nothing. But all of a sudden, I hear the sound of feet and my eight year old yells, “Mommy!” and wraps his big body around mine and holds on for dear life. Soon after I hear the seven year old, and she’s now clinging to me. The two year old has shorter legs, so it takes him longer to reach me.
My husbands says, “Sorry you can’t walk into the…
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