I get to stay home with my kids.
I get to watch them have new experiences.
I get to play with them and learn with them.
I get to hug them whenever I like.
I get to be silly with them.
I get to watch the same cartoon a hundred thousand times with them.
I get to threaten them to stop fighting with each other, or else.
I get to scream at them to do their chores.
I get to help them with their Common Core homework until I sob.
I get to hear how awful of a chef I am.
I get to answer questions like, ‘Mommy, why is your butt so big?”
I get a lot of fucking moments with my kids, is what I’m trying to say. And I cherish them. Most of them. I do. But for this photo, I thought I’d do one of those rare child-free mommy moments. Tonight when the hubs got home from work, I took off. Not in a bat out of hell sort of way, but just, “Oh, I gotta return some stuff. I’ll be back”kind of way. I got in my car, cranked up my newest favorite song, and took off. It was wonderful. And my picture’s not too bad either.
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