Justin and I spent four-and-a-half years sharing the responsibility of one child. It was, for all intents and purposes, easy. Now? We’re playing man-to-man. There is no break, unless one of us decides to take on both children. And so, without even realizing it, we have divided the boys as a matter of necessity.
Robbie has become Justin’s child, particularly at bedtime, and Alex has become mine. We divide and conquer almost everything: mornings, meals, car rides, baths. We just aren’t good enough at two kids to try to take both of them on at once – except, of course, for the fact that Justin starts traveling again tomorrow.
Part of me is jealous of Justin and his time with Robbie, especially at night. I miss reading books with Robbie and talking about the best part of his day right before he falls asleep. I got a little bit of that tonight. After Alex was asleep, I noticed that Justin had fallen asleep in Robbie’s room and that Robbie had not. So, like any good mother, I climbed in bed with the two of them for a little snuggling time with my favorite four-year-old.
I know we’ll get it figured out with a little more finesse. Hopefully by tomorrow, when I have my first solo attempt with the kids. It probably won’t go smoothly, but it’ll happen. Eventually.