We had a few friends, and their kids, over for a Cinco de Mayo barbecue this evening. By the time everyone arrived I was, unfortunately, deep in Poor Me Mama Land. I was pretty fed up with the kids whining at me, and over my saturation point for frustration with Christian. Lame, I know, but that's the truth. Christian wanted to play outside with his friends, but I had to start cooking. I tried sitting him in his sled, so he could be near his friends, but it wasn't enough. He wanted me to walk him around the yard with them. I couldn't blame the boy, but I just couldn't help him.
Luckily for both of us, his uncles stepped up. Two of my good guy friends took turns walking Christian all over the yard, until I was free. They followed his every whim, pushing him on the swing until he screamed in delight, taking him to the river to throw rocks, and keeping up with the other boys. By the time he made it back to me he was happy to sit on the back porch with me, and watch the other kids being silly. I couldn't have made it through the evening without that reprieve, it was just what I needed. Thank goodness for uncles, they can be quite beautiful.
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