Ping pong parenting
It’s a constant back and forth thing, parenting…
Just when I think I can no longer handle the very things that I think I’m supposed to find endearing (ridiculous energy levels, annoying 4 year old baby talk, incessant requests to do things, on and on and on)…
And on top of that, when I’m tired, Erik’s coming home late, the house is a wreck…
It’s just then that we wind up having a perfect half hour, playing memory with the classy nature sketch set that Zora normally won’t use, both of us in our pjs and comfy on the flannel sheets.
Of course now she is refusing to go to sleep.
Ping Pong.