He is home! He's home he's home he's home, after five loooong days away. With that I would like to tip my hat and bow humbly before all those who parent without a partner. That shit is HARD. If the laundry is piling up, there is no one to blame. If a child is howling and screaming and carrying on as though on fire when in fact there is no fire only a younger brother placing a toe over the middle line of the sofa, and you happen to be in the bad mood to beat all bad moods (deep breath) there is no one to be calm and reasonable.
I think the kids missed him too. He brings a certain amount of levity to the mix that I lack a 6:30 in the morning. For example he went to the trouble of hiding under a blanket before the kids came downstairs this morning. He sat stalk still on the sofa (he probably went back to sleep) with a blanket over his head. The kids milled about working their way to the breakfast table, passing him twice before Tennessee said, "Is that my Daddy in that blankie?" Kenneth threw off the blanket and made the appropriate roaring noises to go with the occasion. I was feeling too fragile to get in on the reunion as I had not made it through cup number two yet. They jumped on him and snuggled and demanded presents. Kids these days.
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