The post I was writing for today was all about being at home all day with Little J and how surprised I am that it’s not boring and how much I just love spending time with him.
All of that is true.
But right now, my keyboard is covered in strawberry-banana smoothie. I’ve spent three hours trying to hit “publish” and haven’t been able because I need to keep stopping to intercede before some tragedy befalls us- from an entire sugar bowl being emptied into my coffee, to wooden trains being pitched out the window. Even now as I type, there is a giant old-man cat trying to climb on the keyboard as my son chases him yelling, “SSSSAL! KITCAT!”
So, I guess that’s a pretty whole-picture, accurate description of being home all day. I love it, I treasure my time, I’m shocked at not being bored.
Holy crap, man.