what I learned after coming home from a five day vacation: being married with two children takes the time, energy, and emotional output equivalent of seriously dating three people at the same time. The second we got home, I put the kids to bed, and all I kept hearing were things like “you already laid with her for ten minutes”, “I need so many more hugs than her” and “its not fair for you to cuddle with her because you carried her into the house”. After an hour, I finally emerged from the girls’ room to (editor’s note: this note represents a break in posting during which I was called away by Bassie because “something was scaring her”. After a few minutes, I was able to get comfort cow to take over for me…) give my husband a “welcome home” kiss.
It feels like one of those “juggling two dates and a business meeting” scenes from Act II of a romantic comedy. Hilarity ensues…
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