After a particularly looong day, I texted Aaron and told him that he should feel lucky that he GETS to go to work....sitting in a quiet office sounds like paradice compared to referee-ing endless fights (we don't say "poopy butt"), yelling at the kids to eat their lunches ("fruit snacks don't count as real fruit"), and cleaning up never-ending messes ("squirt guns are for playing outside"). And then this little boy will flash me his sweet baby smile, and I think to myself, "I am the luckiest person alive."
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