So after my weekend time by myself, I had high expectations of the events surrounding the time when I picked up my children from my sister. In my mind, there was symphonic music playing in the background and everything was in slow-motion as my children ran toward me, arms opened, smiles of sheer joy on their faces as if they hadn't seen their mama in months...
Instead I got this:
"I don't want to go home! I want my TTeeeeeee!!!!"
"Turn back - turn back! No, No, No, Noooooo! I want to go to TT's house!"
"I don't like my house! I don't like my toys! TTEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Turn ba-a-a- (yawn) - ack...."
Isn't it good to be loved?