Of making dinners Mr F never comes home in time to eat.
Lots of things are better.
But a couple of things are worse.
Mr F works less in total... but... he works more during our children's waking hours (as in all of them).
And he sometimes goes a couple of days without really ever seeing them.
And he regularly misses out on their things and their life.
It's been really hard on most of us (except Baby... she just refers to him as "THEE IDIOT" now)
We're going away for the weekend.
We'll be brainstorming some solutions.
And buying large historic dolls.
Because nothing brings a family closer than spending money on large dolls.
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