Welcome to our regularly-scheduled lazy day. The day in which I hand off my son to other people who love him.
OK, so it’s not completely like that, but it is to a certain degree.
Morning: the usual. Except that his nap was crap-tacular and I didn’t get any sleep when he finally went down.
Afternoon: after lunch, I left him with my parents and stopped into my workplace to say hi and stay on top of what’s shaking there. Apparently, while I was gone, he didn’t go down for a nap that easily. The great thing about “apparently” is that it means I wasn’t there to witness it. Yeah, I feel bad that he was a bit difficult for my parents. Yeah, I feel bad for the little guy (though it’s his own fault, really) getting tired and aggravated. But mostly, I just feel happy that it wasn’t me dealing with it. 
If you think that sounds mean, you’re not a parent.
I’ve kind of delayed the writing of this entry by a few days, so I can’t recall if there are any other important details for the day…. as I recall, it finished off in the normal fashion. The important thing here is that leaving your child with other people who you trust… is AWESOME! Sorry, Cole… but I don’t love you any less for that fact.
