My kids are at the babysitter’s today.
I have been working for the last six and a half hours, and I still have an hour to go before I leave to pick them up.
I went upstairs a minute ago to grab a glass of milk (yes, and two Oreos) and I caught sight of a familiar red snowsuit. I could see them, just barely, from the kitchen window. They were all playing outside in the sitter’s backyard, throwing snowballs at each other.
In that moment — clutching my Oreos, standing in a quiet house, getting a ton of work done, and NOT being out in the freezing cold pretending to enjoy myself — I was really, really happy with our decision to get childcare one day a week.
Of course, I immediately felt a little guilty for being so grateful.
Read more about these kinds of feeeeeeeeeeeelings in this week’s parenting column, if you’re so inclined?
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