I've been working a lot on the weekends lately, which isn't much fun. I miss my family and the little moments we share in the lazy hours. I miss the little hands and voice that wakes me up. I miss the pajama wearing, Frozen watching, cereal-in-a-bag eating of the mornings. Byron takes the best care of Alice when I have to work and she's always happy to see me when I come home. But for right now, that whole work life balance seems to be off.
We play pretend a lot now. Alice hosts picnics and we ride the school bus to go see a princess. It's so silly and fun. There are so many giggles and made up songs in the few hours we spend together before bedtime. Maybe it will get better. Time passes and circumstances constantly evolve. That's the one thing that is certain.
I do what I can and that will have to be enough for now. Alice is two and a half, which is the age of independence and immediate needs. And sometimes screaming tantrums in the middle of target on a quick diaper run. It ain't easy, folks, but it's worth it.
Thanks for letting me vent a bit. It's been a hard few weeks but we have some fun stuff coming up. It's the little moments that I treasure and sometimes that's all we have time for. I'm trying to be okay with that.
For now, we color and laugh and watch the rain wash it all away. We'll do it all over again tomorrow.