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My younger brother and I would wait for our father to come home from work--that totally exhausted and beaten down wonderful man--and jump on him with hugs in what we called, "Daddy attack!"

Now my own kids wait at the door, usually only in diapers, for their own completely tired daddy to come home so they can have, "Daddy time!"  This consists of my husband faceplanting on the bed while the children climb on his back and head.

Here's to those overwhelmed workers who come home and patiently let us glomp them with love.