At first I absolutely loved it when my boys spent time with their dad. I didn't have to cook or watch South Park. I could eat ice cream for dinner. This weekend was different. I really missed them and I don't even like them all that much. I had to think up some excuse to call on Sunday just to hear their voices. It's partially hormonal but I still wish my family were intact and whole. Loveless marriage be damned -- kids need two parents sharing all their moments together as a family. Oh well. Our reunion went like this:
Me: "Hi boys. How was your weekend?"
Q: "Good. What's for dinner?"
Mario: "Can I get a hamster?"
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