Don't get me wrong, I am very grateful to have a husband who is such a loving, involved, puts-his-kids-first kind of dad. However. There are limits to my gratitude. And coming home from an extra long day of work, the eight in a row of long days, to find eldest 20 feet off the ground holding onto a rope ready to jump, is a big gratitude killer.
Let alone watching him gleefully jump out of the tree and swinging through the air like Tarzan incarnate. Yeah I am very, very lucky to have such an involved husband.
Let alone watching him gleefully jump out of the tree and swinging through the air like Tarzan incarnate. Yeah I am very, very lucky to have such an involved husband.
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