Thank goodness Jason is home. It’s been four long days of single parenthood (and I’ve even had some help from Baga and Nini). Gives me new appreciation for what a bad-ass of a dad Jason is, as well as appreciation for my own single-parent mom.
Last night, I was battling with Lucy about bedtime and I said, “I miss Dad.” She said, “I miss Dad, too.” In my exhausted, insecure state, I asked the inappropriate question “Do you like Dad better than Mom?” She was a diplomat: “No, I like you both the same. But I do miss Dad.”