January. Don't let the door hit your butt on the way out.
I haven't been home too much. LD did all daycare pick ups and drop offs for the first two weeks of the month. He took care of the kids on the weekends. He dealt with Wow getting sent home from school twice with fever and Munch getting kicked out of ballet for coughing too much.
Someone else has enjoyed the relative lack of parental oversight and Wow's been wearing princess stickers to school. Munch tired of my pager interrupting our evenings and, a few minutes after seeing me disappear in the bedroom with my pager, cell phone, and laptop, entered the room heralded by a remarkably loud THWACK considering the door's cheap particle board composition.
NO MAMA NOT NOW. CALL THEM BACK LATER. GET OFF THE PHONE. NO MORE PAGES. WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO NOW?
One of these conversations was with a patient who, to our next visit, brought me a box of chocolate and asked about my family.
I guess the month hasn't been a total wash.