Last week I wrote this post, looking forward to my weekend as solo daddy.
I promised a follow-up report. Here goes:
The weekend went well enough. I was fucking tired by the end of it. Most of the tiredness came from getting up so early. Some of it came from the wall-to-wall toddler time. We survived.
This week has actually been harder. Normally I get the weekends as time to not be in charge. Not having that means this is day 12 of near constant toddler care. I’m ready for this weekend. I anticipate lots of beer and quiet weeping.