
by
Mama Ladybug I never thought that the 3 words I wait to hear all day were
not "I Love You".
When my husband comes home, it's the biggest relief. By that time, it's dusk, the kids have more dinner on the floor and on their clothes than in their tummies.
By this time, I've broken up at least 2 fights. I've given baths, and all for nothing because they are yet again a mess. My room has 3 changes of clothes on the bed because I felt fat in them and opted for the leggings again.
The living room looks like Barbie had the biggest party on the block,
and all her friends crashed on the floor from too much partying...and there I lay, lifeless on the couch as he walks in the door.
The room fills with their little shrieks
"Daddy!! Daddy's Home!!!" and they smile from ear to ear.
And that's the moment I exhale......He's home.
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I wont have 2 till Aug.. but the one I have now is just as bad as 2 and she gets our 2 dogs to help her get into things...
my 21 old squeals when daddy comes home, and its one of my favourite sounds.
It means my reinforcements have arrived and some sanity can return to our home.
I feel that same way. He doesn't understand why I freak out when he is going to be late.
can't wait to have my own kids someday and hear that....
MY GOODNESS did I write this?!!! I am with you!