As I bemoaned my fate as a marching band widow tonight… I sat back and thought about Drew. He puts the kids to bed, by himself every time I work. He never complains, when I ask him if I should take an extra shift he never says he can’t do it (probably too busy thinking what we can buy with the extra money). Anyway, I wish I could be more like him. I am often feeling very put upon. Tonight was an ice cream social that Conner’s class had earned by having the most PTA families. By the time they’re in bed I’m pooped. No scrappin’, just reality TV. Drew’s at band booster meeting. But, Kudos to him, he’s such a supportive husband and I appreciate him a lot. I wonder if I’ll see him before Sunday….
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