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.
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I miss those boot days. You are wise to enjoy them while they last. But you knew that, didn’t you?
It sounds fabulous. Perfect, even.
Have I told you I adore the name Finley?
xox
Sometimes those couple of hours are all you need.
Sometimes those moments are just all that matter.
I did that with Preston during preschool…it was great. Now, when he asks if he really really has to go to school, I have a heck of a time saying yes everyday. I miss our alone time.
I remember those hours with my mom