Dads Are Rad

On Monday morning we picked Keith up from the airport.

 

By lunchtime, I was overcome by a massive wave of tiredness. Clearing plates in the kitchen, I mentally plotted the afternoon - jobs to do, hours till bedtime, the mental state of each child and the accompanying rest/activity ratio required.

'Shall we watch Annie this afternoon?' I asked. I figured I could lie down then at least and maybe even sneak in a micro-sleep.  

'Well, we were going to play Uno,' Keith said. 'And then I said I'd play Fraggle Rock and do some puzzles and maybe read for a while. I'm not sure we'll have time for a movie. Is that OK?'

OH SWEET LORD DADDY IS HOME, I thought. I am released from the need to strategise and coordinate this family every moment of the day. And then I went to bed and slept the sleep of the zombie dead.