Daddy on Demand

Mar 09

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It is Friday…. Mom’s day out. Day to run, read, shop, eat lunch with friends, or sit at the bar of my favorite coffee shop and stare out the window until I lose track of time. I look forward to these days, but I always feel strange waving goodbye to breakfast dishes and jelly toast smeared faces. I feels as though I am somehow neglecting my responsibilities as a mother. But Clark insists that I get out once a week at least for a few consecutive hours. He says it keeps me balanced. Yes, he is more wonderful than I could have ever hoped for or imagined. Still, it takes me a good hour to settle into the luxury of having an entire morning to do whatever the heck I want. Just when I was starting to get cozy with my second cup of Snickerdoodle dark roast, I get the following text. (Disregard the obnoxious ringer stamp. I woke up to the IPhone in a pool of water next to the kitchen sink and now I can’t get rid of the ringer bar thing-y. TGI-“upgrade Friday”).