The day started out like any other. My husband got up early like he always does, shortly followed by our two daughters, both early risers like him. Later, I stumbled downstairs to the sounds of my girls laughing, yelling and fighting all within the same minute. They immediately saw me and came running, each taking turns sitting on my lap and cuddling with me.
But then an hour later, I waved goodbye as they left for the day. My husband was going to visit friends and taking our daughters with him, giving me the day to myself. "I'll miss you," I told each of my girls, and I actually meant it. Responsibilities at home meant that there was no way I could join them, and it was with a heavy heart that I told my husband, "I really wish I could come with you."
"You'll enjoy the day alone," he responded.
"No, I won't," I pouted.
Not accepting my answer, he kissed me goodbye and closed the door. I was all alone. I looked around the house and didn't know what to do with myself.
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