Wednesday, November 16, 2011

My day off.

Wednesday is my day off. Not from my "day job" (which I actually work in the evening), but from the other one. I love the fact that, even though I have a 40 hour a week, Monday through Friday job, I still get to act like a stay-at-home-dad until 2:30 p.m. But Wednesday is my break from the go go go of stay-at-home-dadding followed immediately by airport info desking. I drive Ben down to Quarryville, drop him off at school at 9:00, and then I get the rest of the day (until work) to myself. He likes it because he gets to spend the morning at school, and the rest of the day at Grammie and Poppie's house, and I like it because it is my one chance to do what I want/need to do for longer than the hour and a half that nap time affords me. Today, I spent two hours of my me-time taking a desperately needed nap. Still, it means not seeing him for a 22 hour stretch, and by midway through my shift at the airport, I miss him something fierce.

So I look forward to Thursday morning, when I will swing open his bedroom door, say "ta-da!" and he will ask me, "Did I take a good nappy?"