Tonight, after I put my kids to bed and finally had a moment to myself, I thought of the ways I inadvertently give people in my life my emotional and sometimes physical leftovers. No, I am not talking about food anymore. I am talking about giving those we love the most in our life, the cold and unappealing leftovers of our day. 
If you want to continue to use your social media accounts to stand out as the "real" mom in the midst of the posed, filtered masses, by all means, you do you. But don't expect me to join in. Instead, you'll find me over here posting about how perfect my life is, because those are the moments that I want to remember. Those are the memories that I want my children to have.
Ask yourself the following question: How will I spend the next 50 birthdays? We spend countless hours planning and celebrating our kids’ birthdays, but rarely take a moment to think of our own.
“Dad,” she beamed, “I’m so glad you’re home. I really miss you when you’re gone. But I’m also glad when you come home because Mommy makes dinner again.”
Date night is not my favorite term. In fact, it is a term that grates on my nerves a bit. Some people don’t like “moist” or “panties”. I will take either over “date night”. Nonetheless, my husband and I decided some form of “us time” was required so we could remember how to have a conversation without the 101 interruptions of our sweet but chatty 5 year old.
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