We get to Friday night. We survived another week. Daddy and I are both tired. Silly kids are unfortunately not interested in being parked in front of the tv. Well two of them are…the third one is glued to me as I read my book, look at my phone, whatever it is I want to do for a few minutes.
Stop leaning on my head.
Stop leaning on my shoulder.
Stop leaning on my leg.
One thing after another. I just want space. She just wants mom.
Are you coming back downstairs?
Are you done with your book?
What are you doing?
How old are you when you’re a tween?
What about when you are a teenager?
Finally, she gets the hint and goes downstairs. I finally have my space. I want to sit and enjoy it. I want to read my book.
Sigh.
I walk downstairs.
“Where’s your Uno deck Caitlyn?
Survive til you Thrive!
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