I should note that this is the first time in years that Mojo has gone and left me with the kiddos for any period of time.
It gives me a tremendous awe (and a sort of horror) at the idea of doing this for weeks, months, years.
It's not the work; kidcare isn't really work. It's the inconvenience and the boredom of it. My kids are great kids. But they're KIDS. Meaning that they like kids things and want to DO kid things. I got over that about forty years ago. And without another adult around this place the vortex of kid-energy is hard to escape from; it's all-kid all the time. And unless you're a certain type of fifty-five year old playing with LEGOs, watching Madagascar, and reading Scylla the Seal Fairy gets real old real fast.
At least the Boy enjoys playing basketball and soccer; but then you have the issue of how-long-will-his-little-sister-be-content-making-daisy-chains?
So single parents? My hat is off to you.
And my love? I hope you're having a wonderful time. And I don't begrudge you a moment.
But I'm gonna be glad as hell to see you, and not just for the wild marital-reunion makeup monkey sex.