We all worked.
After driving Bear and Puppy to work, I went to mine to enter into the last legs of my 53 hour week. At least, i am telling myself, my paycheck wil be pretty. After six hours, I picked up my men and was regaled by stories oh how hard Puppy worked. The 9 year old was such a hard worker that several joked about firing someone and prelacing them with my son.
In the end, my 53 hour work week paled in comparison to the 62 hours my husband put in.
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