The small people in our home are finally asleep. One child in particular has decided sleep is something they've done plenty of in life and see no reason to mess with it each night. It's quite darling.
We stumble into our room and had the most exciting, connecting conversation as we prepared for bed.
Husband: I thought about stopping at Redbox on my way home tonight.
Me: Why? Were you wanting to make a donation?
Husband: Yeah, I didn't stop. I laughed.
I flop onto my side of the bed.
Me: Are you reading or do you want me to turn off the light?
Husband: mumbles incoherently... already asleep.
Tis the Season, we aren't unique. Friends liking different articles called "Dear Husband, I miss you" remind me of our isolated solidarity in my social media feed. There are so many of them! This one is good... and this one! Everyone is worn and tattered from parenthood!)
Another ttwd blogger shared the same weariness here... It's just life right now. But the small people we've been entrusted to raise are thriving, growing, learning so our weird, half-finished conversations aren't totally in vain.