savagemama: Two hands on the wheel

Driving west across Washington in the middle of the night last Wednesday I got a chance to do a little thinking. My days are packed, it seems, with put your shoes on please. Did you get your lunch? Where’s sister? Please don’t take your pants off again. We have to wear a diaper. Please leave the lid on your smoothie. Yes, you can ride your bike but I have to be able to see you. Throw in a hey, how’s it going to Seth somewhere along the way and time to write shoe-horned in the tiny empty spaces and there’s not much time for anything else, especially time to sit and think. Read More »