I suck at playing.
I mean, I’m not good at it.
Pretend play scenarios hurt my brain.
I often put half-assed energy into it.
I intensely dislike coming up with dialogue between two Hot Wheels cars that are about to be attacked by a T-Rex.
I get bored of repeatedly having the bad guys break out of jail only to be captured again by our hero, Batman.
“My circle is not big enough for all my monster trucks!” My 4-year-old complained the other day.
He had spent a good amount of time carefully lining up his vehicles to form a circle for an “arena”. But, when he got to the last few trucks he realized he hadn’t planned for a large enough space.
“They won’t fit,” he said, defeated.
This is your friendly reminder to please keep your sick kids home from school.
I’m begging you.
If you are offended by this – I’m sorry. I know I don’t know your situation.
I know it’s not easy to take off from work or arrange childcare to keep a child home.
But I also know that you don’t know MY situation. If you did, you would understand.
Toddlers are hard.
They are messy and loud.
They interrupt and have little regard for personal space.
They are grumpy a lot of times and say “no” so often you would think they were paid by the word.
They are extraordinarily creative and curious to a fault.
They are overly active and down-right exhausting.
Yes, my friend. Toddlers are hard, and I am with you.
For a long time as an adult, I was missing that close friendship connection that you often have with others when you are young. Back before marriage and parenthood and adulting consumed the majority of our time.
Don’t get me wrong, I have always had some very dear friends and lots of acquaintances that I interact with fairly regularly. But life often gets in the way. We all know how it is.
What I’ve really been missing is someone I can call a “Best Friend”.