a day of my own
After seven days of solo parenting, Dan's [mere] return from England two Sundays ago, while very much welcomed, wasn't enough to buoy my waning spirits and flagging parenting abilities. And so last Friday I asked for and received my first day off in what I can honestly say has been years.
I'd planned on taking copious pictures and documenting every detail of the day but in the end, I simply (and wisely) enjoyed my time alone. What a luxury to have nobody but myself to be responsible for. I had the enviable pleasure of visiting both a thrift and yarn store alone . I even got to spend over an hour without interuption sipping a mocha, knitting, and eavesdropping on other peoples conversations (a most favorite of pastimes) in my preferred cafe. Truly devine.
I must do this more often.












