When both kids were so tiny and we took turns working on weekdays and nights and weekends, I did the same things with the kids every weekend - parks, libraries, museums. I remember the boredom in the monotony but to look back on it now, they it mostly feels adorable and precious. I don’t want to go back to those times or anything, I finally feel like I’m finding my way back to the person I was before kids and I think my kids are enjoying getting to know that part of me. lingering in nostalgia is a little dangerous, too.