Whether I’ll be able to finish this Juneblop boils down to this, right here. The School Night. Thanks to our new custody arrangement, the boys are spending some weeknights over here, at the Dad Pad. And if it’s been a particularly challenging day of Single Working Dadhood, and I finally get the kids to sleep after playing and transporting and cooking and cleaning and bathing and reading and Stop That and Put Your Brother Down and Why Is This Stick In The Toilet, I’m usually out cold within seconds after my body senses inertia.
And believe me, I am not complaining. This is exactly what I wanted, and this is what I finally have. When my ex and I envisioned our arrangement after TwoBert turned five, I fast-forwarded my brain to nights just like this: me on the floor with strewn rice to my left, filthy socks and sneakers to my right, my laptop and a cold one front and center. These are the good times. This is fatherhood. This iszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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