So, tonight at dinner the kids actually suggested we have “another wedding.” They all thought it was hysterical. “Let’s do it again!” But as Lily quickly pointed out that would be “impossible, clearly.”
When we aren’t getting married in our back yard, we are busy occupying all three of the little Gremlins. It’s hard. I’m not going to lie. Three children, ages 5, 6 and 7. On some days I just want to hide in the closet. But on other days (most of them) I just soak it all in and let it ride, enjoying the moments we have together. Some day, these days will be a distant memory, and I’m sure I’ll want them back.
In spite of being outnumbered, Seth and I manage it all quite well (I think). We help each other, tagging each other in and out when the other is about to lose it. We also have our set routines and take turns on chores. For both of us, former single parents, this is cake.
“So, this is what it’s like,” we often say to each other, “to have a partner.”
A few weekends ago we partnered up to take the kids to the Arena District for a little adventure (survival tactic). The pictures and details are in a post here.