It’s a rough day with kiddos. I feel like the second I leave the room they’re fighting. 🤦🏽‍♀️ I get 2 full days with them a week you’d think they’d be more behaved. It makes me feel guilty leaving them to work during the week and I miss them terribly. But they get so wild during the weekends. Any activity turns into a disaster. I mean I’m glad they are angels for their babysitter but can’t they behave for me too? And it stings more and more every time Avery calls me Hope (their babysitter). She does correct herself and says mumma but it hurts my heart.