My dear, sweet husband had to go out of town on business. I hate to complain because it only happens once, sometimes twice a year - however, this time I have TWO children to contend with instead of one. I realize how much I do depend on him to take over when he gets home from work because the work never stops around here. Little Man wants a bottle, Baby Girl needs a snack, the phone rings, Blue's Clues is over and she wants Foster's on, I come back to find she's gotten into her art box and decorated my carpet with glitter - it never ends.
I love him very much and want him home, but I think at this point, I miss him more because I am tired and need a break. My sweet little angels are becoming Hell's Angels, complete with leather chaps. Which brings me to a question - how many times can a mom be told, "Oh, it's just the terrible twos!" before she snaps?
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