I Don't Need to be "Recharged"... Thanks

You finally get to go out for the night with the girls (and by “night” I of course mean a week-night dinner for a few hours, still getting home by 8 p.m. or so) and you get home, the kids are (almost) in bed. You finally get them to sleep, sit down to relax a little with hubby and thank him roughly 28 times for “letting you” go out (it was SOOOO needed).

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