I worked a long day at Edgewood - running around getting things in place for our activities, making sure residents were happy, tying up loose ends. All the typical stuff I do in a day at work. I came home and sat down for maybe five minutes before I got back up to start working on dinner. And I made a beautiful dinner. If I may say so myself. (No pictures. I was entirely too busy to think about that!) Then, tired to the core, I picked up my phone to call Matthew home for dinner.What he said: Awwwwwww. Really? What I heard: Mom, I don't care that you worked late today and you're tired, but you came home and made a nice dinner for me anyway. Do you ever do that? Do you hear your kids' frustration in needing to end their play time as a personal insult? Does their disappointment make you feel unloved and unappreciated? Before I went down that road with Matthew's complaint, I had to tell myself, "I'm sure he didn't mean that." And I bet your kids don't mean it, either!