Wednesdays are supposed to be mine!

It's Wednesday, my day off, my day with my boys, we call them "Mommy, Cohen, and Sean days".  Which is why the thought of Scott with the boys, their stinky morning breath, fuzzy sleepy hair, and pjs that smell of breakfast is making me sad.  I'm at work.  I promise to not feel sad for more than 2 minutes, because this amongst all, is a very small thing.  I realize that- and am grateful that my greatest complaint here and now is being at work....where I am still cozy and warm and productive and able, and my boys are with their largest playmate of all, safe and sound in their home.  There, I'm done, got it out, and will hug and kiss and squeeze til they run away when I get home!