I work hard all week. I pack lunches. I scrub counters and tables & sweep crumbs off the floor. I do loads of laundry. I pick up oodles of toys off the floor. I change diapers, wipe noses, read stories, kiss boo-boo's, and I am always available for a hug!
But here is the best part. I get to go to my home on weekends. There are no kids here, yet. Just a dear husband. So my weekends are free of crying, screaming and whining. Not like mothers who never get a break. It is 24/7 for them. No weekends off.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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