The last couple of weeks, Cate has been going to daycare four days a week to allow me to meet a couple of deadlines, and it’s been going pretty well, so I think we might keep it up. She really seems to be enjoying it there, and she comes home in a happy mood, so I think this arrangement is working for us.
During the week, though, it seems like we’re always in a rush in the mornings. We wake up and I immediately have to get Cate fed, dressed, medicated (since she’s been on antibiotics), load up her daycare bag, and then get myself at least somewhat dressed so I can get out the door. I’m sure Patsy wouldn’t care if I dropped her off in my pj’s, but I don’t much like the idea. So I try to toss on jeans and a sweatshirt, and I make a half-hearted effort at dragging a brush through my hair before we head out. The whole process takes maybe 30-45 minutes, but it feels like longer because I’m constantly rushed.
(To be fair, a couple of days a week, Dave drops her off, and on the days that I take her, he picks her up. So there’s a very equal distribution of the workload there, which I appreciate.)
But I have to admit, it’s made Saturdays all the more enjoyable, because now we have these lazy days that are so nice. Today, Cate woke us up around 8:30 in the morning. We all got up, had breakfast, played for a few hours, and then the three of us took a nap in our bed for a couple of hours. We were finally changing out of our pajamas at 3:00 this afternoon. Then we headed to the grocery store, grabbed stuff to make dinner, rented a couple of movies, and we’re about to settle in for a lazy evening.
I know this might seem like an unbearably boring waste of a weekend to some people, but I cannot think of a way that I’d rather spend a Saturday. It’s been absolutely glorious, and at the risk of sounding like a total cheeseball, I feel really blessed to have this little family of mine that I love so much.