When Anika was 1-2 years old and didn't have any siblings to play with, just me, I remember playing a lot of house and constantly thinking of new things to do with her. Exhausting, but easy to feel like a good mom with all that minute to minute activity.
Now, 3 kids later, things have changed a lot. Well, for a while anyway...with Anika in school all day, I have I and O who often play together in the mornings without any desire for my companionship. This leaves me with some good time to clean, read, and study and ponder (I should have put that one first so I'd do it). I can't say I didn't enjoy this peaceful time. However, I often felt bad about not playing with them as much.
Funny things happen, though, and I should have known all good things cannot last. I and O are having problems in their once mostly peaceful relationship. Now they want me! They need me to play with them and tell them what to do next! In other words, they are normal children again. We play house. We play kitchen. We play dolls and house again.
Olivia rockin' the house at our doll party
Any way you have it, I always feel better at the end of the day knowing I played some hardcore house with the girls. I feel better knowing during hide and seek I wasn't just cleaning up the kitchen really fast and ducking behind the counter using that as a lame hiding spot (tip: only do that when it's your turn to count and count slow). I feel better knowing I came up with some worthwhile activities for them to do. Then I feel I truly earn those times they play without me just fine. And I praise the heavens even more those times they play together in Zion-like fashion.