The other day Adam stayed home and worked in his office making calls and sorting out problems, but he would keep teasing us by coming upstairs every hour or so to get something to eat or say hello to the girls. It was driving me crazy. Not only was he interupting my plans, which were very important, you know, baths, laundry, dishes, playdough, but each time he would go downstairs to work again the girls would cry and get upset. It hit Emma especially hard because she is such a Daddy's girl and this is a pictures of her outside the mudroom door that leads to the office.
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