Today Christopher had to work both early and late, filling in for his vacationing boss and picking up a bigwig potential college donor at the airport (an hour away) and taking him to dinner tonight. Christopher was gone from 7:45 a.m. to 9 p.m., and what I learned from today was this:
You could not PAY me to be a single parent. If I were one, I would clearly be crabby ALL THE TIME. Seriously, the idea is horrifying. Oh, and if I were a single parent? It appears that I would never get to eat dinner. Because if there is only one adult in the house trying to keep up with the ravenous toddler and the voracious (and screaming) baby, there is no time for that adult to actually feed herself.