Twice a week my lovely wife goes to work out while I stay home and put Milo to sleep. This isn't even an all day engagement. I get home at 5:30. We eat dinner. Megan's gone by 7:15.
On Monday's I give Milo a bath before we start the bed-time ritual. Last bath time my talented little boy's pee actually hurtled the edge of the tub and nailed my ankle. Guy's got aim.
After bath time, I change him, I read him a book, I feed him a bottle (I didn't even have to pump) and then I put him to sleep. This process is supposed to be done by about 8:20. Last Monday the process ended at 9:10, just after Moms got home.
Either way, after all that, it's time to repeat the process on me. I'm tired.