Me, Mr. Mom

These weeks and weekends fly by so fast, it’s hard to look back and remember what the hell was going on.

I’ll look back at the calendar, see empty weekends, yet know they were probably non-stop with something.

Though this weekend is properly documented (office move, birthday, me climbing), there’s still more than meets the eye.

The office move is huge, and Jen’s at the front of it. Thursday night she worked past midnight, then Friday past 9pm.

It’s like single dad life around here.

Today she works again until who knows when, then I leave for the Gunks tonight.

No wonder chores don’t get done and things don’t stay tidy. We’re either not here or up to our eyeballs in sippy cups and potty wipes.

Oh well. Still better than the infant years. At least now I can refill a sippy cup and send them on their way until we have to pack up and go somewhere.

– b