I'm home with Maddie and Riley today due to a preschool inservice/nanny taking the day off snafu. As an outnumbered single parent, working has always been a bit of a refuge for me, and as much as I know they will never be little again and I should savor every moment and all of that, long weekends have historically been hard for me.
The tide is slowly starting to turn for me, though. As Maddie and Riley get more independent and more able to engage in the kind of play that I find enjoyable (let's see just how selfish I can sound in this post, shall we, mmm?), I am more able to focus on the joys of spending time with them instead of the trials. Let's face it: at 3.5, we've reached a point where for the most part, the joys far outweigh the trials. We're beyond the needy, sweet sleeplessness of babyhood, we're beyond diapers, we're often beyond tantrums (well, perhaps that often should be more like sometimes, but still, there's steady improvement). We're into nonstop verbal hilarity, amazing capacity for knowledge, boundless creativity, and surprising independence. Just last night, Maddie and Riley went into the bathroom, started their own bath, took of their clothes, and climbed right in. I even heard them adjusting the water to find the perfect temperature for the two of them. Amazing. (And no, I don't leave them alone in the tub, drowning hazard and all that, but I did stay outside the door during the process to see how far they could take it.)
Frankly, we're all able to enjoy each other more as the kids get older. They understand me better, I understand them better. Grief-wise, I have less anger and more patience.
And thus today has been lovely. We did start the day off early—we're still readjusting to west coast time, and by we I mean the kids—but Maddie and Riley were in great moods, and coffee helped my outlook tremendously. We had pancakes for breakfast. I am not a pancake person, really, but holy shit, Jason Kottke is not kidding about these being the best pancakes in the world. I'm a believer.* We played, we read books, I checked e-mail, the kids entertained themselves, we ran some errands, we had lunch, now it's naptime.** After nap, there will be more play, haircuts for the kids, something random for dinner, and bed.
For now, I'm going to enjoy naptme by snuggling up on the couch with another cup of coffee and People magazine. Ahhhhh. Happy weekend, one and all.
*And, for the record, desperate times, desperate measures and all that, I did use commercially produced "fake" buttermilk, and they were still all that and a bag of chips. I actually have no idea where to get real buttermilk . . . locals, any thoughts? Full disclosure: I have not checked New Seasons. My delivery dairy does not stock it.
**Although naptime here is used in the loosest possible sense of the word. So far, we're at 45 minutes of quiet chatter, four warnings, and counting. I refuse to acknowledge that we might be headed towards The End of Nap, which is in fact going to be The Dawn of Enforced Quiet Time.