Every time I pick E up at daycare, I think that there has to be an easier way. I lug G in his carseat, which is heavy and hurts my wrists and back. I get into the room and am swarmed by toddlers who all try to climb in on top of G, or rock him like crazy until he cries. Then when I’m at the car with both kids, I try to hold E’s hand while I maneuver G’s carseat into the car. It’s not pretty, and it’s super hard on my back. I’m just not strong enough.

I see other mom’s use their stroller, but that seemed like a lot of work too. But today I finally decided to try it. I clicked G into the stroller, and headed to the door. Oh. This is harder. I had to type in my code, open the door towards me, move the stroller out of the way and then try to hold the door open and get the stroller through the door. For three doors. Phew.

When I say you love sleep like your dad, I mean it. Someone could honk their horn 4 blocks away and it would wake me from a dead sleep. On the other hand, the alarm can go off, I can turn the lights on, and still sometimes I have to hit Tom to wake him up.

Usually I try to put you down for a nap when we get home from daycare. You don't sleep enough there during the day, and in my mind more sleep is always better. You usually go down when we get home at 4:30, and hopefully wake up an hour later. When you hadn't woken up by 5:45, I decided to help things along. You see, I needed you to wake up so you could eat dinner and then go back to bed. It seems stupid but if you don't wake up, you'll get angry around 10pm and demand food. If I didn't give you the nap, you'd melt down. It's a delicate balance.

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