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Oh, am I ever happy when I come home and DH is looks like he has been put through the ringer. To take it one step further, my house always looks like a tornado hit it, no dishes have been washed, and he always has cheerios stuck in his hair. The thought of him crying in misery while I am gone is what keeps me going when I have to clean the mess of the two girls being "alone" with Daddy.
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