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Daddy’s Home And Mommy Needs a Break
I’m a mom who’s ready for school to start up again. Not elementary school — dental school. My husband’s on break for a week before he starts quarter number five of his twelve-quarter program.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that he gets to hang up his shirt and tie and spend some time with us — especially since during the school year I’m relentlessly on duty at home while he’s relentlessly on duty at school or studying.
During this break, we’ve been able to do some meaningful activities together; camping at the ocean, riding bikes along the bay, cutting out paper coconut trees in our son’s kindergarten class, drinking homemade lattes on the sunny porch.
By Anjie ReynoldsPigtails Makes the Girl
I have a favorite picture. It’s lost in someone’s basement. Probably my Dad’s, possibly mine. I’d always thought I’d be more organized than my Dad. Nope.
It’s a picture of me as a two-year old in a field of bursting yellow dandelions in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. I’m on my Dad’s shoulders – piggyback, which I now appreciate, as a mom of three, as quite a test of strength.
My body starts aching after the first 100 steps, with a little twenty-pounder on top. How did my Dad do it??
By Annie YearoutWhen Daddy Comes Home
My husband’s return from work every evening at seven-thirty p.m. infuses our home with new energy.
Olivia needs to eat a second dinner on Daddy’s lap, while Mateo suddenly develops a hankering for cheese sticks. Then, everyone needs a Popsicle, followed by a tickle session, and, often as not, some kind of group dance performance that involves music, the louder the better.
This frustrates me because I’ve spent the previous three hours wrangling my children through the dinner, bath, pajamas, tooth-brushing routine. My goal is to settle them down, not rev them up.
By Jessica O'Dwyer
