So I know working part time does not transform me into a stay at home mom, but sometimes I feel like it anyway. Today is fantastic - neighborhood playgroup in the morning, library trip with a neighbor mom and her two kids this afternoon. Turns out our neighborhood is filled with fantastic women with young kids, who knew?
Last week was not so fantastic. Getting home at 3:15 instead of 4:45 to 5 really shouldn't have made that much of a difference - but it sure has. With rush hour approaching quickly, I'm loath to go out and do too much, there are no organized activities, and my toddler is teething and cranky. So I stayed home and went batty. Next week I am previewing the ONE organized activity - a Gymboree art class - that is after 3 during the week. I really, really hope I like it and that I can afford it.
Munchkin is in his bed talking and pretending that he is too old to nap. He's been astounding me lately. I sing Rainbow Connection when I put him to bed - today he sang along word for word with the first two verses and the chorus. He's 20 months. Sheesh. He also "read" me most of Goodnight Moon. It's somehow more pressure when he does this - what, if he doesn't cure cancer someday is it because I screwed up?