Joy is the relatively peaceful weekend despite visiting uncharted territory. Had a shower with warm water after Zombies, Run session. Felt refreshed and clean and the fragrance from the soap and minty feeling from the shampoo still linger after the last rinse.
Went inside the bedroom and wife said.
“Papa! I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“I want to poo. Let’s go!”
Joy is a myth of minty fragrance in this shitty circumstances. This is the joy of parenting, this. Is. Sparta.