Back to Real Life

The transition back to real life has been tough. We didn't want to leave this morning, and my son really had a hard time with it, though I couldn't tell if he really didn't want me to go or really just wanted to go to McDonald's right away. I had promised that if we had a good week while Mommy was gone, we could go to McDonald's for family night. Either way, he wouldn't let go of me and he screamed. But coming home I felt greater patience than I usually would after work. I hope that quality sticks. Ironically, my wife was feeling like she'd been hit with a Mack truck (which is usually how I feel when I'm through with a work day). The restaurant was just what the doctor ordered. Two tired parents, no dishes.