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Weekends are hard.

Both Ry and I work, so little N spends the weekends with Grandma and Grandpa.

I know it’s what is necessary for our family right now, but there is not enough of this face in my life:

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She is such a bundle of joy and I feel like I miss out on such much and it kills me.

I’m grateful for my job and what it provides for us.

But the weekends are hard.

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