This past week has been a good time of listening.

S + W, January 2009
S + W enjoyed our swing set.

Aisha, S, Brioni + W, January 2009
When we moved outside, the kids rolled balls down a plastic tube and played on the swings.

Today, a former work colleague J came around, bringing her two gorgeous children. She has S and W, each six months younger than Aisha and Brioni. So we can relate on a number of different levels. Career. Marriage. Children. Expectations versus reality. Demands versus me-time.

I wonder if there are ANY women out there who don’t experience the disappointment of reality.

Marriage is tough. Selflessness is very hard; it goes against the grain to sacrifice one’s ambitions and desires in the name of peace or compromise. And you hope that you remain best friends with your partner for life, cheating loneliness in a lonely society. But there are periods when you wonder why you persist.

It was only recently that I realised that NO ONE would clean up if I didn’t, and so I clean up after everyone. I hope that as our kids get older, I’ll be able to share some of the household responsibilities with them, but until then, it’s a full-time job, and not a very fun one.

And kids. They’re hard work too. Why would a rational person choose to procreate little, selfish creatures that demand time, energy and money?

Love, actually. Love always hopes, always trusts, always perseveres. Love never fails.

Brioni, 2yo, + Aisha, 3yo, January 2009
After a hot and muggy day, when rain finally came in the late afternoon, it was a glorious relief. The girls liked to "shower" under the drainpipe hole.