Almost done

William is giving kisses to Mr. Lion and Radar.  M is tolerating our shenanigans.  What do you mean I have to hold still for the camera?  Andrew is on his last week of remote training, finishing up a four week stint.  And my role as a single parent can be shelved for a little bit.  I hear your sighs of relief.  I'm feeling weary.  Weary to the bone.  As a single parent you are the sole source of routine, comfort, and discipline for the wee folk.  You carry all of the responsibilities of the household.  And it's your job to keep it together, no matter what.  I've had some interesting mornings.  They like to cry in stereo.  And always right when I need to put their coats on.  Why is that?  Mutiny, they cry!  Granted, not a lot changes on a number of fronts when Andrew is home.  But, I get to let down the moment he walks through the door.  The relief is tangible.  Plus, Andrew happens to be Williams favorite person in the whole world.  So, no matter what kind of whiny, demanding, two-year-old nonsense he's pulling at 6 in the evening, it dissipates when Papa comes home.