But I sort of wasn't joking.
My husband and I have been on our feet more than usual this past week, during the annual state
My son, on the other hand, wants us to go outside in the backyard and look at caterpillars. He wants us to help him fly dragons through the house. He wants us to go with him to the park. He wants us to put on capes and play Batman and Robin. He wants us to take him bike riding. He wants us to play "Lions in the Living Room"(a game which involves Zane riding an elephant, played by me, in search of lions).
As an only child, we are Zane's only play companions at home, because none of the cats will voluntarily wear the Batman hat. But we are tired, our feet aching, our muscles protesting every movement. I look at my child, with his abundance of energy, and I can't help but feel a little stab of jealousy.
Wouldn't it be nice to have the energy of a four year old, at least for one day? I would settle for their nap time.