Not the daddy

While Husband's work plays roller derby with his life, the rest of us carry right along. The children are waking earlier and earlier trying to "catch" their daddy, but have yet to manage it (although came bloody close yesterday morning). But they get a passing wave each night from Husband's black hand (hence why they don't get a hug.) Given the insanity that was term break oh too recently, I had to dig deep and give myself a huge pep talk when the weekend arrived. It isn't that I am on my own with my children. Frankly, I do that...