On a side note, can anyone explain to me why jory takes 45 minutes to shower and dress, while in the same time I have fed/changed/dressed 3 wiggly children, packed the diaper bags, and gotten myself dressed? If I didn’t know better I’d say he’s doing on purpose so he doesn’t have to help.
But the bliss of a Sunday afternoon arrives. The children all nap, and I have time for myself. Watch a movie with Jory, check my messages, write in my journal… anything but be responsible. Hey, it’s a day of rest, right?