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Supper, bath, PJs, snuggles, aaaand —
I turned to the door expectantly. Right on cute, Tzvi’s key turned in the lock. He was home.
Perfect.
I was ready to leave, comfy sneakers and all.
“Supper’s ready to reheat, kids are ready for bed, I’m off, have a great night!” I said, giving the baby one last kiss before depositing her in Tzvi’s arms.
“You too!” he called after me.
Yes, well. A great night was not exactly the term I’d use for a night shift in the hospital, but I wasn’t complaining. I loved my job, and while night shifts weren’t easy, they meant that I had free days at home, plenty of time with my kids, and a chance to pursue my dream career while being a mommy to the two cutest kids on the planet.
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