Small Comforts

You know it’s a bad parenting day when your most luxerious thought is:

“Oh thank God! The babysitter is here and I can do the bookeeping in peace.”

2 Responses to “Small Comforts”

  1. Jennifer Says:

    Reminds me of the days my son was a (sleepless) infant and I would drive past the high-security prison on my way to work and think, “oh, I wish I lived there, they must have such great lives with no children to bug them all day long, no one to wake them up 100 times a night..”

  2. betsy Says:

    Yes, I was deleriously happy this morning when the baby fell asleep and I could unload the dishwasher. Not read a magazine, not eat bonbons…unload the dishwasher and maybe even fold some laundry. Sigh.