I have been keeping the boys all this week. 8am-6pm.
It has been fun. It has been brutal. It has been an educational experience on many levels. Let’s just say, I had huge amounts of respect for stay-at-home-mamas before this, and it increased by leaps and bounds starting about 2 or 3 hours into Day One and continuing to multiply the remaining one million hours I was there.
Today we were running a few errands aka ESCAPING THE HOUSE before it closed in on us, when B summed up exactly how I feel as this long week comes to a close.
“Um, my breath is tired”
(smiling at the cuteness) “Do what now? Your breath?”
“Yes. And, Miss Jenna?”
“My feet are out of gas.”
And then I realized that being a stay-at-home-kid this week had worn B out as well. I know what you mean, buddy, I know what you mean.