How do they do it?

Having spent the the last four days with small six-year -old nephew, I am, as ever, in awe of those who undertake the role of parenting -- especially single moms.

Kids are exhausting. Loveable, marvelous and delightful -- but damn, a small six-year-old boy can exhaust the hell outta you.

Little guy (my nephew) was treated to visits to the ROM (Royal Ontario Museum -- boring, apparently), the Ontario Science Centre (fascinating -- especially since I took him to experience the joys of IMAX) and the CN Tower (heights are not so much popular). Plus early mornings, video games, dinners at restaurants ("Why don't we eat here?"), TV movies and left with a large bag of easter-style chocolate. And tears. Seems I'm not the worst aunt ever after all.

I have succeeded in total spoiling.

But am now exhausted. Briefly rejuventaed by tai chi, which grows regularly more difficult but am blessed with instructors who are helpful and encouraging, and some cardio, followed by drinks and a club night with some friends who never cease to make me giggle hysterically.

Having small fry around for a while never fails to make me appreciate my own life -- and remind me that while I don't have kids, I will at least (should I choose) procreate with the full understanding of what I do. And also the knowledge that I will have at least lived and experienced enough of the world and life to adequately pass on the curiosity and some sense of adventure.

Which is the best one can really do, I guess.

But for now, am delighted with the knowledge that tomorrow, I can sleep extensively. I can venture out with friends. I am no longer responsible for the life and well-being of a small child.

What else can the self-indulgent want?