The past couple of weeks have been focused on potty training and switching Alice to the big girl bed. Which has left us exhausted.
Here's the day in a nutshell: Alice and I are up at 6:30. We read a book, drink a cup of tea, and take a shower together. We make lunch and eat breakfast. I get dressed and RUN to work. Then I run, anxious to do a good job for at least eight hours. Then run home and fix dinner and have quality family time. Then Alice and I take a bath and we read some books and we try to get her ready for sleeping. Then we do some work. And I crash.
"But when she stepped off the train in New York, her plain little face looked beautiful for a moment, as if the future were opening before her and its glow were already upon her forehead, as if she were eager and proud and ready to meet it..."