Father’s Day

I wake up on Father’s Day at 5 am because my smallest Monster darted across the room jumped on me and said its morning time to wake up. By this time my amazing husband was already at work. So I spent most of my day thinking about what I can do to make his night a little easier when he gets home. I then thought did he do this for me the answer is no his exact words were ” you are not my mother” my response was WHAT I am raising your little Monsters. You can’t plan something. I am making him dinner and making sure he has nothing to take care when he gets home also letting him sleeping in. I guess that is just how it is.

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