In reality, these are very good circumstances in which to find oneself. But it can be stressful nonetheless.
There is, however, one place where all that stress disappears. The park.
Specifically, the park near our current, temporary residence. It has become my sanctuary. At the park, there are no toys to fight over. There are no meals to prepare. There are no bills to pay. There are no towering piles of laundry. There are no decisions to be made. There are no in-laws to bump elbows with. There are no rivalries. There are no confines.
But there is a bench where I can actually sit down for more than a minute at a time. It's heaven.
And it's where I chose to spend Fathers Day this year.