January 2016

My husband has been working very hard doing physical labor laying tile in a gym.  He comes home physically exhausted.  And I have had no alone-time since they started the job a couple weeks ago.  I am exhausted too.  And he is very nice and understanding.  But I don’t think he understands.  (Just like I am understanding, but I don’t understand.) I mean, I’m not schlepping around bags of grout or heavy tiles or whatever.  So why am I so tired? So today I thought about it.  And I decided to write this.  This is a day of work if my husband worked with our children: Continue reading If my husband worked with our kids…

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