I love my job. I really do. But it has one amazingly large benefit, which I'd still somehow gladly trade in: I leave the kids at someone else's house. Yes, I absolutely want my own. Yes, V and I talk about names and nursery decorations. But for now, it's a delight to walk out the front door.
Which is why I'm not ready for Monday. It's somehow been a short weekend, and I don't have the energy to handle the twins in the morning (I just saw them last night!), then tackle homework afterward. So, please, can we have one more day of weekend? I'm not ready to be a (pseudo-) mommy again.
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