The absolute best part of this weekend was last night, when I talked to the kids during dinner to try to explain that the next 2 weeks are going to be really, really busy and really, really hard while I try to get orders done and baskets out.

Afterwards, Adam came over to me and said “I think I know the answer, but I’m going to ask anyway. You’re going to be too busy for couch time, right? I know you will and that’s ok, but I really like couch time.”

There was that brief moment where I felt like no matter what other things I screw up, at this moment in time my kid likes me and is asking to spend time with me. I was so touched.

Couch time is this new thing Adam and I have done since Phil moved out. It’s not really anything special–after I get Nicholas & Erin to bed (and they each have their own little rituals with me, too), Adam and I sit on the couch and watch TV and chat. Nothing forced, no agenda, just whatever comes to his mind. Somtimes he gigles over tv, sometimes he snuggles, sometimes he asks questions. But we have a good hour of what he has now dubbed “couch time”.

I’ll make time for couch time. No question :)