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Tonight as Scott was putting Jacob to bed this was the conversation.

Jacob: I wish mom worked and you would stay home.

Jacob: I miss you dad when you are at work.

Scott: I miss you too buddy.

Jacob: You must miss me a lot when you are at work.

Scott: I do.

Jacob: I love you Daddy! (And gives him the biggest squeeziest hug)

It so nice to see that they have a great relationship and Jacob can express his feelings. Now, on the other hand, when Jacob reads this later on in life, I'd like to point out a few things.

Jacob, I do work, I do your laundry, I make your meals, I clean up after you, I try to keep the house clean, I take you places and take you outside to play. And I do that for three of your siblings. So I do work, I just don't have to leave the house to do it. Sometimes I wish that I could work too. Just 4 to 6 hours a week just to focus on other things besides planning a meal that is least likely to be thrown on the floor or stain clothing.

I brought you in this world, I have nursed you, up until the babies were born I had given you probably 95% of your baths and always tucked you in at night. I take you to swimming lessons, to the doctor, Wild Air, and other fun things. When you are old enough, I hope that you still don't wish that I go back to work. It hurts to take second place at times. but I think it has to do with testosterone.