The Week Ends, The Week Begins

As the weekend comes to a close, it’s time to take stock.

When neither kid either napped or napped enough yesterday, it was tough. I hit a wall and realized my sighs were becoming louder and my frustrations becoming vocal.

I felt bad. I felt bad that I let those negative emotions stack up.

Today, both of them napped at the same time this afternoon, giving me an unexpected but welcome break.

That being said, I feel like I left a lot of points on the field.

I said no too often.

I didn’t listen to my oldest completely when he tried to explain things to me or show me something he thought was interesting. This is noteworthy as when he doesn’t listen, I threaten him with timeout.

Apparently, my hypocrisy knows no bounds.

I also cannot help but think about how if I don’t listen to the “little” stuff now, he’ll never trust me with the “big” stuff later. Because when you’re the kid, it’s all “big” stuff.

So what does it all mean? It means I’m not a perfect father. But that’s not the point.

I loved on those kids with everything I have. I got to be the first person they saw when they woke up and the last one they saw before going to sleep (in the baby’s case this can happened multiple times last night. BONUS)

I know that one day in the not-so-distant future, I’ll give anything to spend the day with my kids.

But today, they still want daddy around.

These are my “good old days”.