I’m writing this from my phone as I sit in bed alone at the end of a long Sunday. I’ve been ‘dadding’ four boys all day, which means cooking and cleaning and playing games while they contribute little to the work being done. This is not the way, but it is, and I’ve too often been just another boy doing little. I get that now, following a few days on the other side. I get how the house is boy-land and lacks the balance that would make a woman want to live here. My lady is gone, for a while, and I’ve been holding it down. It is a full time job for a man that has two already. Needless to say, things are getting neglected.
now more than ever I need to embrace the list and some semblance of balance and understanding how long things take. Perhaps this is the push I’ve needed all along.