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    Tuesday, October 25, 2005

    The Dreaded Weeknight...dun dun dun duuuun

    This semester, I rarely look forward to tuesday nights because Aaron has class until 10pm. That means I do dinner, bath, and bed with both kids by myself and I don't get the nice break I do when Aaron's home. By the time tuesday afternoon rolls around again, I'm grumbly and impatient just thinking about the treacherous near-future.

    I don't know if I want to admit this because I might jinx the whole situation (not that I really believe in jinxing), but in reality every tuesday night goes marvelously well! Tonight for instance, Basil fell asleep in a record 15 minutes while Juliana sung contentedly to herself in the living room. She nursed to sleep shortly after Basil did. The dishes were washed and I even read a bit!

    Thank God for his merciful kindness...and don't be such a baby.

    6 Comments:

    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Sounds like a few pbj nights are in order...way to go Sara, you're a great mom!

    10:31 PM  
    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    You should call your sister for help!

    11:24 PM  
    Blogger Mimi said...

    Wish I lived closer, I'd love to hold the baby I mean help!

    Glad it's going well!

    9:41 AM  
    Blogger Bluecanopy said...

    thanks all..i do feel loved :)

    1:55 PM  
    Blogger Xenia Kathryn said...

    Things I get to look forward to, I suppose (my husband, once he graduates in the spring, hopes to work 4 ten hour days instead of a 5-day work week... which means he's home late).

    But you're right, I shouldn't be a baby about it ;) I'm always inspired by your blogs, as another young mom(to be).

    Take care!

    2:07 PM  
    Blogger Bluecanopy said...

    Boy, now I know how to gat a rise out of my family...just whine on my blog!! gotta remember that :) Thanks, Daddy for helping out last night, I had fun.

    11:14 AM  

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