It isn't so much that I don't like birthdays in general, they're okay, I really think there is an acceptable time limit of six months either before or after during which said borthday can be acknowledged. But I don't like my birthday. I don't care about growing older, whatever really, with age my experience grows and I just keep sailing into adulthood, where playing with my kids really means I organize their toys, and I get excited about the completion of house projects and goals rather than anything else.
This is not a lonely adulthood, I have all the friend I need in my bff= Baby Fun Friend and he's super great and loves me and has a silly sense of humor for sure. He's also concerned about my lack of physical activity and fitness and he keeps me up and moving for sure!
This is not a boring adulthood. The adventures continue with my sphere of world. The girls are constantly up to or into something, and this weekend we have the whole weekend with which to work with! The side consequence of lice is that no one else wants to deal with it or deal with your children who have it, so I lucked out and get to keep girls all weekend and any scheduled visitors have made themselves scarce.
And here I find out lice is easier to deal with than fleas, And I've enough experience already, but I feel confident in the hair scrubbing and medicated shampoo and hours of nit picking (quite literally) I have been subjected to over the past few days.
And I hope, I truly hope, they remember and appreciate
The love their step father has for them
In that he will take the time to buy and apply shampoo
And he will tell fantastic stories during
And he will take on the messiest parts of this parenting gig
When their own dad has bowed out of this ordeal
Words unsaid, it's too much for him to deal
He misses them for sure
But these are the hard parts
In any case, tomorrow, not today, another birthday will arrive. It will be a nice day. It is always a nice day to be alive.
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