But there are days, like today, or rather this evening as I prepared dinner, that his whining and fussing made me wish I could trade places with the carrots.
As my husband walked in the door after work I muttered under my breath "Thank God." Apparently it wasn't enough under my breath because he immediately got a look of fear in his eyes like "Crap, what did I come home to."
It didn't help that our day started at 4:30 this morning.
Goodnight.
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