June 1, 2001 - Friday
I was tired today. Harry caught a bit of a cold (he'd been without one for more than a month!) and his mother and I did pretty well avoiding it by taking zinc early on and that minimized most of the outward symptoms. But, we still both feel a little beaten down. The result of is that I have very little desire to spend the energy necessary to keep Harry entertained. I can't particularly blame him. He doesn't have any idea that I'm tired or want to be left alone. But, this is one of those days when the parenting mantra of "it's a lot of work" rings true.

So, why do we want a second baby? Why are we putting ourselves through this again? These are the days when I look at the clock in constant anticipation of the time when I will get to take Harry to away and leave him at daycare or when his mother will come home to help watch him. These are the days when it's an ongoing battle to keep him occupied and it is less fun being a parent.

The day was not without good points. I took Harry to a playground after picking him up from daycare and he literally squealed with delight when he saw it from the car window. We spent 45 minutes there and, as far as we both were concerned, could have spent much longer. Yet, I shouldn't minimize the sense that there are, most definitely, times when all does not go smoothly for me as a parent. I'm impatient by nature and, while Harry has probably tempered that a great deal, it still kicks in from time to time, especially when I'm tired.


Comments, opinions?