Please Don't Leave a Message
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Yesterday we were waiting for Daddy. You know, white-knuckle waiting. It had been one of those days, even for Jane. We even went outside on the "lawn" of our apartment so we would see Daddy that much sooner. Eric said he'd be home at 6:30. When he wasn't home at 6:29, we called him. I put it on speaker and as it rang Jane said, "Daddy, please don't leave a message!" She REALLY wanted to talk to her Daddy. When he picked up she said "Daddy, where are you? Are you on the bus?" Then when she saw him walking to us from across the parking lot she got super excited, walked to the end of the sidewalk jumping and shouting, arms out: "I need my Daddy!" Ditto, kid.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
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2 comments:
It's so nice to know that your hubby will be there to give you a break when your day hasn't gone all that great. The children get excited to see their daddy and you, finally can rest from screaming/whining/crying for a bit. My worst days were when Glen couldn't actually come home (he was working out of town for 2 years). It was only one evening during the week we'd see him...and then of course the weekend.
Oh boy do we have days like that too! :)
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