We've had a long weekend, thanks to an ice and snow storm, so I've had my husband with me for four straight days. It has been so nice, and such a great help.
Tonight I am beginning to feel the anxiety of returning to normal life. It makes me want to point out to Scott how hard my job is, particularly at dinner time, when I just can't cook if my daughter is at my heels.
Then I realize he must feel that way often. Nobody does his job for him. He doesn't have a "work wife," and even if he had that kind of job, he'd still have just as much responsibility.
The one thing about being a mom, I guess, is that it never stops. I read the other day that we are on duty all day, and then on call at night. There are rewards, but it most definitely is a job.
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