
I often wish the hours for our day care were a little better. Drop off is at 8:45 a.m., pick-up is at 3:45 p.m. There are days when I’m cramming five or six calls into that window, then driving right back to pick up Ben. (Lunch sometimes happens in the five minutes between calls. ) After that, I’m playing with Ben for a few hours, handling dinner and bedtime, and then going right back to my desk to work.
But this year, I finally got to a place where I realized:
1.) My son loves his day care teachers and his friends. He’s really happy there.
2.) We’re incredibly lucky to have such a good day care so close to our home.
3.) I have an excuse, five days a week, to cut my workday short and play with my son.
This schedule means I have to say “no” to certain projects — I don’t have time for everything. But it also means I can’t overload my days with calls or work. I have plenty of working hours during the normal business day, and I can always take care of writing or other stuff at night.
Is our schedule perfect? No. But it’s up to me to embrace the good that it brings into our lives.
Today, I got to spend an hour on the playground with my kid, and then eat dinner with him at home. We had a little conversation about the day. We laughed and played together.
Sure beats working.
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One favorite activity: Shopping at the supermarket together. Ben knows exactly where the good bread is, and he often sprints to the corner of the supermarket to grab a loaf.









