And now a little love to all the great dads out there as we approach Father’s Day.

Like most moms out there I do my share of ranting and raving about some of my hubby’s habits. One of the worst: when he gets up in the middle of the night to make himself something eat and leaves every last thing on the kitchen counter. (Can you at least open the fridge to put the milk back?!)

But I also know how much I depend on him, especially since he’s been out of town recently.

One of his main daddy duties is getting the girls ready in the mornings. Having to deal with this the past few days has opened my eyes to how frustrating it can be to get out the door.

Just how many times do I need to ask Summer to get dressed?!! Apparently about 100. I now understand why Summer tells me she eats toast in the car.

Face it, daddies don’t always do it mommy’s way, but that’s OK. Summer may be wearing purple, yellow and blue, and that’s OK too. Saylor may still be in her jammies when I get home from work, and OK, I can live with that.

When I hear Saylor coo to her daddy on the phone and Summer repeatedly asks when he’s coming home, I know what’s really important.

Happy Father’s Day, Scotty.