As Bill bid me adieu for work yesterday, he had the air of one saying goodbye before heading to the executioners. I assured him it wouldn’t be that bad. We survived Kosovo. We survived Hurricane Katrina.

School is nearing an end for us, and once we get into summer, the other neighborhood kids will be out and I’ll have no limit of mother’s helpers and babysitters available.

However, yesterday’s workday of 12 1/2 hours (plus commute) would seem to be the norm for a “good” day, so I think this might be the extent of the kids’ time with Daddy during the week:

Bedtime stories with Dad. My view as I nurse Petey to sleep.