[From this point on, I'm going to call my husband, "Mac." It's not a very clever blog name, but I'm not feeling very clever.]The typical weekday schedule for our family looks like this:
- 7:00 Photobaby wakes up. I change her diaper and drop her in bed with Mac.
- 7:45 - 12:30 I'm at work, while Mac takes care of Photobaby.
- 12:30 - 5:00 Photobaby is at the babysitter's, Mac heads to work, I'm still at work.
- 5:00 - 7:00 I take care of Photobaby.
- Midnight or later - Mac gets home.
So, not only do I not see my baby girl enough during the week, I don't see my husband at all! I love that his evening shift lets him spend some great time with Photobaby (and it cuts down our childcare costs), but this week, I'm weary of this schedule. The weariness (and resulting grouchiness) will pass, but for now, I'm a little sick of it.
On a lighter note, I did find out that the phrase "ships passing in the night" comes from a Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem.
