Paul Conrath/DigitalVision/Getty ImagesMy kids were strangers to me every second Sunday night, especially in the summer. When they came home from a weekend at their dad’s house and they were just other people I didn’t recognize. Hopped up on too many Sour Patch Kids and not enough water. A jutted chin from the oldest, ready to do battle. Ready to see me as someone different too. My youngest suddenly became a hitter, a biter, hitting notes with his screams I didn’t know he had in him. A little Mariah Carey in training.It was tough during the school year. It was unbearable in the summer, for sev...
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