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Some day in the near-ish future, the kids will be old enough to wake up, go to the bathroom, get themselves downstairs, and turn on Spiderman in the pre-dawn hours without me. And that will be a good day.
Like so many parents, I often sit back and think with alarm about how fast my kids are growing up. Amelia is in kindergarten; Henry will turn 4 in March; and James just started preschool. At the same time — especially in sleep-deprived moments — I have to admit that Mother Nature seems to have gotten the speed of maturation just right. Because I will run out of capacity for dealing with sleeplessness right around the time they become less cute and more self-sufficient.
And that, dear reader(s?), is how I get a post up on this %$#^$^ blog. Short, shallow, and with a large, large gulp of coffee.
