Please hear me as I say, loud and clear,
I love my children.
I live for them. I miss them when they are not with me. When I dine at a restaurant without them, I feel like something is missing.
When I pick up my daughter from school each day, I exhale, feeling peace that we are reunited. I even hold her hand at the red lights.
I am obsessed with the cute things they do and say.
But,
I have to admit something:
The whole Spring Break thing is now officially a lot less awesome than it used to be.