Ouch. We did a bit too much today. Frankie woke at 6:30 am sharp. Off to breakfast, a quick trip to Wal-Mart and then to the daycare center. They are building a new playground and we signed up to assist with the demolition. A few guys, a backhoe and several thousand pounds of debris to move. Aside from a few abrasions and a shredded shirt, it went swimmingly.
However, the trick of survival with an infant is to save a bit. To resist doing, even when you can. To save it for that final stretch of the day. We violated that rule. We went busily from dawn to dusk. We're hoping the kid sleeps in tomorrow. Tomorrow . . . we'll remember the rule.