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A misty rain started moments after I flashed my badge to the electronic key plate and let myself in the door to Corporate America. I said my good morning to the guards, good morning to the cafeteria lady and made my way to my classroom with a hot cup of coffee, cold water, and a positive attitude. Today holds something great, I feel. Maybe it’s my new knee-high boots, skirt, blouse combo. Now… if only I could have had a good hair day on this good outfit day. But that much luck would be unfair…

I was late this morning, though. Brenner woke up wailing during that small window of time between my last gulp of coffee and my frantic morning routine that gets me out the door. I went into the nursery – big mistake. But after yesterday, I didn’t want to ask Nicole to handle it… and then I remembered why SHE has to be the one that goes in there. She is the only Mom that can get those kids to sleep! I go in there and Brenner is like, “Hold me, MAMA! MAMAMAMAMA!”

Against my better judgment and because his wailing was causing his brother to stir, I picked Brenner up. By that time, Nicole had joined us. All three of us went into our dark, warm bedroom and got in bed together. Brenner snuggled up on my chest, his gasping sobs quieting., my fingers entwined with Nicole’s. And all I could think was, “If I’m going to be late, this is totally the best reason in the world.”

I skipped packing my lunch and feeding the cats, though. Even though I managed to put together a killer outfit.

Noteworthy: Nicole cleaned our dirty, dirty kitchen last night after I went to bed. Cooking dinner tonight will be a breeze! I consider this a romantic gesture, yes. She shows her love when she needs to, that’s for sure.

Life is good.

Also: I keep thinking Nicole is going to forget that Raleigh is a foster dog and let her stay forever. But she’s going to the adoption center for our beach vacation and there is a fair shake she’ll be adopted while we are gone. Sweet babygirl doglet! If only she wouldn’t pee and poop in the house. Sigh. I need to really work with her on it. But she goes outside and gets distracted by the squirrels and forgets to go.

The squirrels are *dangerous*, man. I totally saw one throwing golf-ball sized black walnuts from the neighbor’s tree with pelting force in the general direction of Raleigh’s face. Evil little buggers. I love them.

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A misty rain started moments after I flashed my badge to the electronic key plate and let myself in the door to Corporate America. I said my good morning to the guards, good morning to the cafeteria lady and made my way to my classroom with a hot cup of coffee, cold water, and a positive attitude. Today holds something great, I feel. Maybe it’s my new knee-high boots, skirt, blouse combo. Now… if only I could have had a good hair day on this good outfit day. But that much luck would be unfair…

I was late this morning, though. Brenner woke up wailing during that small window of time between my last gulp of coffee and my frantic morning routine that gets me out the door. I went into the nursery – big mistake. But after yesterday, I didn’t want to ask Nicole to handle it… and then I remembered why SHE has to be the one that goes in there. She is the only Mom that can get those kids to sleep! I go in there and Brenner is like, “Hold me, MAMA! MAMAMAMAMA!”

Against my better judgment and because his wailing was causing his brother to stir, I picked Brenner up. By that time, Nicole had joined us. All three of us went into our dark, warm bedroom and got in bed together. Brenner snuggled up on my chest, his gasping sobs quieting., my fingers entwined with Nicole’s. And all I could think was, “If I’m going to be late, this is totally the best reason in the world.”

I skipped packing my lunch and feeding the cats, though. Even though I managed to put together a killer outfit.

Noteworthy: Nicole cleaned our dirty, dirty kitchen last night after I went to bed. Cooking dinner tonight will be a breeze! I consider this a romantic gesture, yes. She shows her love when she needs to, that’s for sure.

Life is good.

Also: I keep thinking Nicole is going to forget that Raleigh is a foster dog and let her stay forever. But she’s going to the adoption center for our beach vacation and there is a fair shake she’ll be adopted while we are gone. Sweet babygirl doglet! If only she wouldn’t pee and poop in the house. Sigh. I need to really work with her on it. But she goes outside and gets distracted by the squirrels and forgets to go.

The squirrels are *dangerous*, man. I totally saw one throwing golf-ball sized black walnuts from the neighbor’s tree with pelting force in the general direction of Raleigh’s face. Evil little buggers. I love them.