Will-O takes Scarlet out for the afternoon. They go to an open gym for kids' gymnastics. This equals 2-ish hours of tumbling fun for her and therefore many minutes of calm for me! I hear she is quite capable on the balance beam (I always sucked at beam...) and of course all kids love to jump and "do flips" (aka somersalts). Afterwards they went out to lunch and she was perfectly mannered. A "dad and daughter date" as she says. This allows me to hang with my little Li(am). Friday is the only day that I stay home fully and it is joyous to simply tend to this easiest child on the planet (he may turn on me soon...) He plays, I play. He naps, I nap. How glorious.
Worst Part of the Day-
Will-O and I are not seeing eye to eye. (yeah, I know--again.) I feel like he was having some sort of emotional breakdown (i.e. audible sobbing in mid-day two days in a row; Scarlet asking plainly "what's wrong with dad?") He states I am "uncomfortable with human emotion" and "sometimes things need to be expressed". Surely. (I work with kids with psychological issues, people.) I feel I am comfortable with a wide range of emotions--just not when he needs to be watching the kids so I can prepare him a vegan meal from scratch.
Bitter, you ask? Yes. End of my rope? Quite possibly.
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