A night alone....

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A night alone is something I get frequently, most married women dont get these but I have a husband that is refered to as a "road warrior". He is a salesman and travels all week on the east coast. How do I feel about having the week to myself with the kids and dog in our home. Fine, happy, satisfied, grateful. yup yup and yessirreee!!!!!! I love my husband very much and dont know what I would do without him but..... I was alone with my girls for quite a few years prior to my second marriage so working and living on my own is quite comfortable. Only difference this time is that Jack is with me during the day and at night. I am a BAD MOMMY!!!!! While my husband has been on the road since Jacks birth I have brought him into bed with me when hubby is away. bad bad girl I know and now I am paying for it. Not that I care if he sleeps with me til hes 5 but hubby wants room in the bed when he gets home on Friday. well dont blame him really, but boy it is hard to break a baby of snuggling with mommy for a year then into a crib , Im gonna have to do the scream for a few hours for a few nights thing I know, but not liking any of it really.
The children and I and "Joe the neighbor" our 17 yo hormone filled kid next door that is like my own, went for pizza tonight, ok now picture this, myself, 17 yo daughter, 15 yo daughter, 1 yo son, 17 yo boy next door and pizza, how much money you may ask hmmmmm 25 bucks tops right? no... 35 clams?.....nope 57 buckaroos. ok screaming baby gotta run.

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