On Sunday afternoon, my husband came downstairs from his office where he'd been all morning working on income tax stuff.
'I need a break,' he told me while rubbing his neck.
'Okay,' I acknowledged from behind my laptop.
Moments later he reappeared in front of me.
'I want to check the score on the football game,' he announced.
I waited.
'Youngest daughter and her friends are watching a movie in the family room and our son and his friends are playing a video game downstairs,' he said.
I looked up at him and tried to be helpful.
'Costco was clearing out TVs when I was there yesterday.' I said.
He just huffed away.
It's hard to be the king when the kids take control of the remotes - and just about everything else.
Sigh.
I'm Leanne and I'm a tired mama. I work, I parent, I juggle and I don't seem to get enough sleep. Welcome to the place where I rant about all these things...
