My Kind of Happy Hour

And I played with my babies.

We rolled around and wrestled. I kissed them and hugged them. And we just laughed and laughed. I swear I squeezed every bit of their energy into my body.

And I needed it. Oh, I so desperately needed it.

Not in the way that we count down to a glass of wine after we (figuratively) throw our kids in bed for the night. It wasn’t my kids that drained me today. It was life. And my reprieve from it all was the magical hour of playing with my kids.

It might be totally cliché for a thirty-something mom of two young kids to feel or say. But it’s just my truth.

This is my kind of happy hour.

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Jee Young
Jee Young
JeeYoung is a work at home mom and wife residing in the 'burbs of Detroit, MI. She enjoys sleeping, cooking, cleaning, reading, writing, shopping, eating, drinking hot coffee. All of life's essential things that take a little bit more effort these days while mothering her two little boys. You can see her writing over at her lifestyle and parenting blog:

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