You and your kids are not always on the same wave length when it comes to weekends.
My typical week day starts with my alarm going off at 5:45am and me pushing the snooze button till 6:05. I drag myself out one leg at a time wishing I could just call out sick, which I never do because I’m a stickler for rules and the guilt of calling out when I’m not actually ill would bother me. I set my Bruin Patrice Bergeron mentality on and open the bedroom door. There she is. The big gray beast and she’s ready to go out. She probably out-weighs me, and she jumps and jumps all the way to the kitchen. That’s were a few of my hip-checks are necessary. I knew I used to watch hockey for a reason, otherwise I would be on the floor. I get the dogs out the door and fed, and then I get ready for work.
I have to be out of the house…
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