I offer you an anecdote from this morning that will forever change your mind.
Five minutes before we are to leave for school, Juliette informs me she needs to go to the potty.
A few minutes pass. I call "time to leave" and am greeted with silence. Ominous silence.
Another minute passes. "Mommy! Something's wrong."
Indeed there was, keeping my beloved daughter's excrement company in the toilet bowl was their toothpaste cap.
Bless Juliette for recognizing flushing was not the thing to do in this instance. Nonetheless, there was the reality, cozied up to one another like two lonely forty-somethings a half hour before last call on Friday night.
Never forget this story when you are sorrowfully considering the greener grass of the stay at home parent.
