As I stood over the bed and strongly encouraged Margaret to get up this morning, she squeezed her little-girl eyes shut and bleated, "I like the way daddy wakes me up better."
Certain that this conversation is going to end badly for me, but I ask anyway, "How does daddy wake you up?"
"With hugs and kisses," she cries.
"Oh," I mumble as the bright-red, "shitty mom" sign appears over my head.
And so it goes when Bill is out of town. Luckily he gets back tonight and all will be right with the world again.
In the meantime, click over here to read about Margaret's sonatina concert.
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