I'm weary and blessed.

Today was as wonderful as it was difficult.

We had the big time at the pool, but Ari, who cannot swim, went under briefly. She was rescued immediately by someone who happened to be right next to her at the time, but it bothered me that I didn't see it right away. The good news is that after resisting swimming lessons for so long, Ari told me afterward that she would like to learn how to swim. The lesson for me was that it's just too dangerous to take two kids to a pool and try to watch both of them at the same time.

Then, as we were leaving for home, Joshua, full of energy, decided to run as fast as he could, with no regard to our rules of always staying where we can see him. Holding floats, beach bags, and his sister, it was all I could do to catch up with him. Yelling his name as I ran, being both worried and angry, I finally caught sight of him where he was waiting at the stop sign where we always hold hands to cross the street. It was there that he received probably the sternest talking to he's ever received in his life. I doubt he was out of my sight for more than thirty seconds or so, but after Ari's incident at the pool, it may as well have been an hour.

Aside from the above, all is well. We played hard, read good books, and generally just goofed around. For the most part, the siblings got along beautifully. I'm just beat. Sixteen hours ago, I awoke. I've barely had a breather since. Welcome to every day of my wife's day-to-day. I'm not whining, rather I'm bowing down to what it's like to walk in her shoes.

And I'm really, really glad she'll be home tomorrow evening. I can't wait to go back to work where I can relax.