This photo sums up our weekend:
… which was great. Non-stop fun, in fact.
Mark was in Montreal so I was doing the single-parent thing. I can’t even begin to itemize the stuff the girls and I did. Perhaps I’ll do a photographic round up later on, but now I’m waaaay behind and my head is spinning.
This morning – somewhere between the gym and my latte – I realized something. When the kids were very small, taking them out somewhere (anywhere!) used to be more work than fun. Parents, you know what I mean, right? Depending on the event, you had to calcuate the work:fun ratio and then decide if you had enough energy to take it on.
Well, I realized that some time ago that the work:fun ratio changed, and now it’s actually in my favour. When did that happen? It must have been around the time we waved goodbye to the diaper bag. (?)
Travelling around the city with the kids in tow is not that much work anymore. And it’s suddenly become much more fun. I’m cool with that.
