Staying home with a kid (or more than one) makes Fridays a little different than for those who punch a clock. I’m still looking forward to the weekend, though.

It’s always nice to have another parent around. I might even get a break to write. You know, longer than five minutes and possibly without someone napping on my arm. I have found it very difficult to continue to type with one arm stuck underneath a sleeping baby. Don’t want to move and wake her, but struggling to stay productive. Vicious cycle.