The last month or so has been a long one for me. Chris is busy, busy, busy, which leaves me in the delicate juggling act of three kiddies and work and well, life, all by myself. Single parenting truly sucks.
Last night I was particularly tired and a bit grumpy as I tackled bath and bed with the boys as a single parent. After putting Griffin to sleep, I fell into Brennan’s bed with the other two for some quality pre-bed story time.
Aidan stretched out next to me, gave me a hug and said, “You’re tired, aren’t you Mom?” I told him I was and he replied, “We can take care of you, right Brennan?”
Brennan laughed and told me to lay down in his bed and go to sleep. I feigned sleep as the boys took turns rubbing my back and Aidan instructed Brennan on the art of massaging Mommy’s feet. I didn’t know whether to laugh at the absurdity of my boys rubbing my feet as I was face down in a plastic car bed or cry over the simple sweetness of my boys recognizing I was beyond worn out. I think I did a little of both.
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