I get irritated with Brad a lot during track and cross country season…

…when he’s gone at night or on Saturdays and I’m left to pick up all the kids and run them places and get them supper and put them to bed.

I leave him almost once a month. For a couple of days at a time. With five kids (two who don’t sleep) and a very busy job and–bonus this time around–a basement remodel.

I’ve had the nerve the last two nights to wonder why he doesn’t sound ecstatic to talk to me when I call to “check in.” Which may be the strongest indictment of my intelligence there is.

Because I’m pretty sure I’d punch him through the phone if roles were reversed.


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