My husband and I have a deal. Once a week, I take off from my mom duties and he lets me run over to his office so that I can type away on my novels. We call it my second job. He’s home, putting thee kids to bed, and I’m here.
No make up, dirty hair, wrapped up in a blanket because his office is freezing, making stories. It might not be glamorous, but I get a chance to be creative and recharge while creating magic. What more could a girl need?
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