The kids are in bed. I had some trouble getting them there on Saturday, but they were in a much more cooperative mood today. This is probably due to the fact that they both napped today.
This means it's time to reflect on another weekend alone. Yet another weekend gone by. Another weekend where I had to fill the time with enough entertaining and educational activities for both children so I don't feel like a negligent parent at this time on a Sunday.
I feel good about this weekend. My daughter was helping today to clean up the house. I think I got my son to say "please." It came out as "SSSSSSS." It was repeated, though, while "requesting" food. I think that counts.
We did familiar activities and new activities. We watched Sesame Street and went to the library. We danced at home and we went to the playground outside.
I feel a little sense of accomplishment. I did manage another weekend alone. With that, though, comes exhaustion. Sleeping kids means I don't have to keep thinking of things to do, constantly. It means I can let go of the tension in my shoulders that I didn't know was there until a moment ago. It means I have the time to wonder what my wife is doing, and then wish she could be here to share this moment before we both collapse from a hard, long weekend.
I'm so tired I can't even think of a good ending for this post.
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