It was a long weekend, a hard one, with lots of work and little play.
And at the end of it, us sniping at each other when the kids aren’t around, even though we know: we’re on the same team.
I wish for a do-over.
But I did pick up my pen, I did.
Because even though it was rocky, there was that moment when 15 month old Isaac kissed his three year old brother on the head as he walked by.
And when I asked him if he had poopoo, he grabbed a tissue and thoroughly wiped the crotch of his footed pajamas. He was trying to help.
And five year old Abby’s spontaneous “I love you Mama.”
So there was that.