The end of my day usually looks like this: Leave work with no time to spare to get the kid at daycare, spend five more minutes getting out the door because someone needs something… pick up the kid, his dirty diapers, and his dishes…drive home…schlep the kid, his stuff, my stuff, and the mail inside…schlep the dog outside then back inside…dishes in the sink, diapers in the pail, laundry in the hamper, kid’s dinner on the stove…kid in the high chair, food in him and on him, our dinner in the oven…naked time, bathtime, pajama time, bedtime for the kid…dinner for us, dishes, next day prep…collapse on sofa, The Daily Show from the night before.
Today it looked like this: Pick the kid and his stuff up, come home, leave it all in the car for later, collapse on the sofa with the kid to play tickle games and let him explore my cell phone. He called Nana accidentally. She loved it. Dinner was leftovers all around. We all lived.
So, Fabulous Thing #70: Not doing it all.