9/4/12
I am happily offloading my child onto the schoolyard at 830 every morning, and picking her up again at 1:15, nearly five hours of precious time to any stay at home parent. I have pipe dreams of cleaning the carpet, doing some dishes or the laundry, fixing the sliding doors, starting a million other projects. However, life doesn't really work like that. Instead, I find myself wrestling Miles for an hour and a half, trying to get him to sleep, failing, then trying again for an hour. Once he finally is asleep I have lost all motivation to do anything, so I sit, slack jawed on the couch until I need to wake up the baby and pick up Isla. Upon arrival, she says "Can I stay longer?"
Yes, my dear, you may.
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