Finley was scheduled for school five days a week. It was too much, she was too sleepy, the hours didn’t match, it didn’t feel right. I cut Fridays. It isn’t much, one day with 2.5 hours of just us. We enjoy a patchwork of me telecommuting and the two of us tangling legs on the ground and reading stories, inserting extra dialogue for the characters where we feel the author didn’t go far enough. Today we went downtown for soup.
It’s just one day.
Some days she makes it worth a lifetime.