Dear Kids – Beer:30

Dear Kids,

One quiet Saturday afternoon when you were six months and nearly three, respectively, you two collaborated to provide your father in I with The Meltdown. The Meltdown consisted of two children fighting a nap with every ounce of their being and every vocal chord they possessed. It would have been remarkable had it not been so painful.

You were both freshly fed and changed. You were neither sick nor in a growth spurt. You were just plain awful.

So, what did we do?

After 30 minutes of trying everything, your father looked at me and said, “You want a beer?”

And so, at the end of our ropes, your father and I closed your bedroom doors with you firmly behind them, walked outside, sat on the front steps and cracked open two beers. Sometimes it is the only line of defense.

We sat there in the beautiful Saturday sun and drank those beers, comfortable in the knowledge that you two would be just fine, and eventually, so would we. We sat there and put ourselves in time-out, and enjoyed every moment of it. We sat there and listened as you two nodded off reluctantly, and then we sat there some more and finished our beers.

It was a bad day. But it was also a great day. Because any day I get to have a time-out with your Daddy is a great day πŸ™‚

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4 thoughts on “Dear Kids – Beer:30

  1. kwenzel

    What a great husband!!! You guys are such good parents. πŸ™‚

  2. What a brilliant response to stress, “want a beer?” love it! πŸ™‚

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