I'm kind of exhausted tonight. Luckily this feeling doesn't set in until after the kids are in bed.
I can only ignore the house and the pile of mail and the laundry and the unpacking and the looming threat of going back to work in 9 days and trying to find reliable and affordable daycare and contacting and paying a stupid attorney to take care of my dumb speeding ticket from earlier this summer for so long.
It all catches up with you sometime.
On the plus side, I had a conference with Ian's teacher today. All good stuff- math, reading, science. He's a good kid, really. An awesome one. And like last year's teacher, his new one mentioned Ian's compassionate heart. I love that this is a constant in his personality- that wherever he is, he demonstrates understanding and tact. Well, you know, aside from the occasional bouts of pure BOY that he has...
But I am so, so proud of him. And I wonder if he is like this by nature, or if he was an only child, would he still be the same boy? Did Chase gift him with empathy? I don't know.
I do believe, though, that it absolutely takes a special brother to forgive another certain brother (whose name rhymes with leek) for biting him so hard that he drew blood today while they were playing.