weekends with kids are the worst

long days // sweet moments

This past weekend I was solo parent for a big chunk of both days. Man-Piece is studying to become a pilot (like, learning to fly airplanes) which is really cool for him and potentially really fun for some vague time in the future but in the meantime, it’s really time consuming for him, which means additional “primary parent” burdens on me. 

WHICH Y’ALL KNOW I LOVE, A TON. 

Side note and shout out for supporting supportive partners. I am not bitter about him pursuing this in the slightest, as he deserves a hobby and to pursue his passions like I do, and is very accommodating and supportive of me in equal and potentially even greater measure.

status: it’s complicated

Being "primary parent" is a thing moms everywhere love to hate, hate to love, both, neither. It’s complicated. We’re the ones who birth, who feed, who get the most leave (lol yeah that’s loaded, let’s not examine), and our male partners just can’t - early on - compare or compete with how much the kid needs the mom. [hetero phra…