This is five minutes after I’ve come back home from a long shift. He’s always stupidly happy when I come through the door, but once the formalities are out of the way, old man just wants his rug and for me to not leave my seat so he can justify staying there.
In a few minutes, the kids will be abed and I’ll be writing, so he’ll get his wish. But for now, there’s the chaos of parenting to behold!
-JB Swift
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