The Big and Scary Cat.

"You know what my dream was about?"

"What, Ray?"

"I was at school, and there was a big big cat.  And we all put those tie things (motions around eyes) on our heads so we couldn't see the cat.  We were all scared.  Then we went to (friend's house)."

This in the middle of a heart to heart with my three year old about the previous evening.  E and I woke up to the sound of him crying at 4a.  When I went to investigate he said he was scared, so I took the chance to snuggle him up so he could fall back asleep.  

This, among many other moments, is what I miss.  I get nothing but frustrated when I think about my kids having been taken to a city 2 hours away.  They have a papa up there, but what they need is a father.  I pause even now, wondering whether or not to fully vent.  I'll sum up the thought by saying it is a great tragedy to take kids away from eager, willing and able parents. 

Ray is cuddled up on the couch with me right now as I write this.  That should be the norm.  As much as I cherish this moment because of its rarity, I want for it to become mundane, I want it to lose its magic simply for the fact that it would happen so often.  I want to be sick of my kids.

On today's docket, we hit up an indoor playground to keep working on Sam's athletic side.  There may or may not be ice cream involved.  As it lies, I am a sucker.  I have my boys 4 days a month, I intend to spoil them, and anyone who thinks otherwise can kiss my ass. 

What are you doing today?