In a lifetime, two hours is nothing. To a mother of young kids, it can feel like a week. I have 2 hours of time to myself this morning because Monito has graduated to joining the nursery coop we have going on. I held him back until recently because his nutty developmental phase rendered him volatile and less likely to play well with others. I am sipping earl grey tea in a coffeehouse with music playing and I intend to knit and read the NY Times and maybe call some friends. I am quietly pleased.
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