I hate the beginning of the week.  From Sunday morning until Wednesday morning I don’t really have a family life.  So today I left work in the middle of my 14 hour work day and laid on my bed while my kids jumped off my chest for an hour until I fell asleep with Seanna breathing in my face and staring at me from 2 inches away.  When I awoke from my cat nap both my biscuits were laying on both sides of me.  They cried when I left. 

So did I.
My home is my refuge. 
Where’s yours?