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"I can&amp;#039;t even believe it&amp;#039;s 6:30. It feels like 10Pm. Part of it is the time change. Part of it is that we packed more into one weekend than we usually pack into a month. And some of it is that I&amp;#039;m starting to realize than in 12 short hours I am, indeed, going back to work. Yup - a real honest to goodness job with people and lunch breaks and even that bad stench of cheap coffee in the air come five o&amp;#039;clock. (Well, maybe they have nice coffee, but when it&amp;#039;s been sitting in a pot for hours on end, it all smells the same.) I have to admit I&amp;#039;m elated. It&amp;#039;s 24 hours/week which means that on Monday, Tuesday and Thursdays I&amp;#039;ll get to don a new writing cap. I&amp;#039;ll have the challenge of working with a marketing company, writing about their brands, and then being thel liaison between the consumer and the client. With my chatty nature and decent typing skills, this is a perfect fit. I&amp;#039;m perhaps most impressed with how much Rex has stepped up to the plate. I knew he&amp;#039;d be thrilled at my one-stop solution to pay off some debt, but I didn&amp;#039;t anticipate how readily he would assume the dad role. After all, he goes to work each morning at 8 and comes home at 5 ---I&amp;#039;d have to find some moms from school to fill in a few days/week, right? Wrong. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll go in at 5 those mornings and pick the kids up from school,&amp;quot; he offered immediately. For once in my life I was speechless. He continued, &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;ll give me a list of numbers I&amp;#039;ll need in case of emergencies, we&amp;#039;ll food shop together on Sunday and meal prep.&amp;quot; I finally cut him off...&amp;quot;But... I won&amp;#039;t be home until 6:30. That&amp;#039;s so late for dinner,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Andrea, on those three nights, I will feed them dinner. I will get them ready for bed. You will kiss them good night.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But... but... I&amp;quot;M THEIR MOTHER!&amp;quot; I shrieked. &amp;quot;Aren&amp;#039;t I kind of abandoning them?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yup,&amp;quot; he added. &amp;quot;Right into the careful arms of their father who will GET THEM TO BED ON TIME.&amp;quot; That last part was kind of a dig, but I was liking what I was hearing. He was right of course. Why do I have to be the one who does everything child related? Why can&amp;#039;t he hold down the fort a few nights a week, giving them some much needed Papa time? &amp;quot;The one thing I ask you, Andrea, is to not dictate how I do this.&amp;quot; He gave me that look. &amp;quot;Let me do it my way.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s the rub,&amp;quot; I thought to myself. His way will be sending them off to do homework while he works on the lap top and...and....after school... he&amp;#039;ll forget their sippy cups and they&amp;#039;ll be parched with thirst and dehydrate and ... this was a bad idea.&amp;quot; I would give it two weeks. I figured I had better talk to the kids - prepare them for the fact that Papa would be picking them up from school tomorrow. I braced for tears and shrieks. Instead, I got cheers and war whoops. &amp;quot;Hooray for Papa!&amp;quot; I was thrilled. &amp;quot;Is it because you love him so much and are so happy to spend time with him?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah!&amp;quot; My son yelled, &amp;quot;And he has a TV in his car!!!!!!!!!!!&amp;quot; Like Daylight&amp;#039;s Savings, times are-a changing indeed.  Moments ago, I slid over to Rex, reminding him about our planned rendezous tonight. His response? &amp;quot;Okay, but it had better be soon. I&amp;#039;ve got a full day with the kids tomorrow.&amp;quot; Now wait just a second.... * Photo of Rex with Pipsqueak. Yeah, she seems really miserable with him. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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