Boys’ Night at the Pool

Pierre took the boys to the pool solo this morning, so I could get some reading done for my class. Given that the course is a whole semester of material crammed into six weeks, the reading needs to get done, and done fast. So, to give me a little alone time with my textbook, Pierre and the boys had some alone time at the pool. Nicholas called it “boys’ night at the pool”, even though they went at 11:00 a.m. Maybe I need to teach him about the concept of time, eh?

So, as the boys got into their swimsuits, and I readied the pool bag with towels and toys, I was understandably a little bummed. After all, it’s a beautiful day and as much as I am a nerd and love learning, I love spending time with my men, big and small, more.

Seeing this, Benjamin came over, and started to rub my back. “It’s ok Mommy”, he said. “You need to stay here and read for your class because that’s important.” Complete sweetness. Did I mention that he is four going on forty?

Nicholas, on the other hand, was not so empathetically inclined. He told me several times, “You stay here and read Mommy. We going to the pool for a boys’ night. Boys’ ONLY Mommy. You stay here and read, ok? You not coming Mommy!”

Ouch. Pour a little more salt on the wound kid.

Pierre told me not to take it personally. Last weekend, he took the boys to the pool so that I could read for class. After their swim, he bought each a chocolate ice-cream sandwich. So, Nicholas’ words might have been, at least a little, treat-motivated.

Off the boys went to the pool. I got a whole lot of reading done, and Benjamin and Nicholas spent some quality time with Pierre. As much as I might have wanted to be with them, I also know that alone time with Papa is pretty darn special and super important. Especially when they come home with chocolate ice cream smiles. One of those little moments that they might just remember.

xo Naomi

P.S.: One baby bird has arrived!

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