My ex and I "swap" Ben every three days. Three days with me, three days with the ex and so it goes. Ben has the routine down and often reminds me that he still has remaining days with me, which of course warms my heart to no end.
But it seems like the schedule has been hitting us hard on the weekdays lately, which is always difficult for me because I work a few nights every week. I've shared the the disappointment before of leaving the family home in the late afternoon hours, only to return several hours later with Ben fast asleep and those early evening hours that I cherish so much, gone forever.
It was very sweet to fall into a rhythm this week of enjoying dinner together, assembling Legos, reading a stack of books and lulling Ben off to sleep with a back rub.
I am reminded, yet again, of how fleeting these years are and of how much Ben craves and anticipates the steady and predictable nature of our nights together. And I have a new found appreciation for those blocks of time that come around every few weeks or so, when I have no nightly obligations except to be his mommy.