One Child Left Behind
It was bound to happen. My schedule changes so frequently. Working three days of the week, son in kindergarten then off to afternoon care, daughter in daycare. Two days a week I am home: toting the boy to school, caring for the baby girl, then back to school mid-day to pick the boy up. Add to this that my husband, who works as a cameraman and TV editor, is frequently traveling, and also has a schedule that changes day to day - and let's just say if we didn't have a giant white board telling us what to do next...we'd forget what to do next.
And so it was inevitable that the moment I would find a free minute to spare for myself, something would go dreadfully wrong.
I spent that minute checking in on my garden. Cool season vegetables can be so finicky. You really need to keep an eye on them. My 9 month-old daughter was in a happy place and willing to play in her exersaucer in the backyard with me. The alternating hot and cold weather and the constant threat of snails were worrying me. Would the weather cause my broccoli to bolt and produce flowers instead of veggie? Would the rain bring the snails to feast on my cauliflower? Besides my children, these are the thoughts that keep me up at night. But suddenly another thought: what time is it? I ran past my daughter, into the kitchen, and there it was - staring me in the face: 12:00pm. The exact time my son gets out of school.









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