Tonight W brought S home. She saw that I had been crying before she got there. She wanted to get out of there asap.

S: "Mommy, why can't you stay?"

W: "Oh...um..."

M: "Mommy has plans, kiddo."

W: *launches into long story about how she has to go to work (not in uniform) and do a bunch of stuff, starts ranting about work, etc.*

After she leaves:

S: "It's not fair that mommy doesn't want to live with us!"

M: "I know kiddo, I understand."

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This is @#$@^@^^&%$.