I came home from a double shift to find 2 freshly bathed girls, a sparkling clean kitchen, and a husband ready to flip out on all of us. Nothing out of the ordinary.
For the record, me coming home from a double equals an hour past the girls' bedtime. I'll overlook it due to the fabulous hugs I got when I walked in.
However, now the husband has vanished, the girls are STILL up, and I have to be rolling out of bed in 7 hours so I can go relieve the folks who just relieved me. Gotta love being shorthanded.
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