9 years, 7 months.
Every previous summer of your life, I felt a bit guilty that you had to spend 5 days a week at a summer enrichment program, as opposed to hanging out at the house like I did during my summers as a kid.
Now, thanks to Covid Culture, your only option is to hang out at the house with Mommy and me; as we spend all day working from home.
It’s almost like trading one parental guilt for another.
I feel bad that I can’t spend quality time with you during the day, even though you are right there in the next room.
But we are making it work.
You are especially good at keeping me posted on your newest self-assigned Lego project; as our living room is currently an ocean of Lego blocks.