Flying solo: survival tip #1
So Seth has been busy lately, gallivanting off to exotic places like this: (Yes, that is the Yale library circulation desk. I’ve always dreamed of working in a library, but to check out books in a cathedral, with flying buttresses! It’s a job I would never tire of.)
Which means I am here with all these energetic boys, wrestling and juggling. A few surprising things have emerged from this whole experience. I have found that I 1)Really can be successful at planning and organization when forced and 2)It’s really great to have Seth around. A lot of things slide around here when he is gone, and they have to do mostly with laundry, dishes, general cleaning, etc. But I learned a few tricks of the trade.
So, today I present Survival tip #1 when your spouse is gone: Enlist the troops.
Or in other words, delegate. None of that baby food may make it into that actual mouth, and most of the orange juice may be consumed in-concentrate (which is still a weakness of mine, so who am I to scold?), but it keeps little hands busy and Mama’s hands free, if just for a moment.