It’s blissful, I think, to have two kids who can play together. Granted, J isn’t all that in to actually playing with A, but she likes being in the same room with him, getting into stuff, while he plays or does the Leapster thing or whatever. They’re across the hall in his bedroom right now, giggling and laughing and (from the sounds of it) emptying out his toy shelves. I’m a single mom tonight since D has gone back to the hospital to get caught up on stuff. Sometimes these nights really bug me, when I have to do the whole bedtime thing by myself. Tonight it just seems like a little more tolerable task. Fun even. I enjoy this time with my kids. They’re both at great ages.

And, truth be told, I’m looking forward to the little bit of time that I’ll be able to stay awake after they’re both in bed to watch a movie. Or read a magazine. Or make long distance phone calls to my girlfriends.