Before we start, yes, I know that I should appreciate that the kids want to spend time with me because they won’t always.
And no, I’m not fun at parties.
Shall we begin?
We don’t have a lot of activities that all five of us enjoy. It’s damned near impossible to find a movie we all like. Board games rarely straddle the age gap between the kids, never mind interest both me and my husband. I
tolerate am happy sitting and watching them play, but that’s not as interesting (or as good parenting) as actually participating.
Incidentally, they feel this way about swimming, too. I like swimming. I do not like swimming with them. “Swimming” with them means watching them do handstands and/or goofy jumps off the diving board, or getting splashed, or being pulled into never-ending races across the pool. Most often, though, swimming with them means being used…
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