Can I complain for a minute?

About the hardest part of my day? Right around 3:30, Elliot gets kind of fussy. Not always, but usually. Also, the dogs think it’s time to eat due to daylight savings. But it’s always around that time that I feel most motivated to either grade papers or write. So I have to hold him in my arms, sometimes to no avail as he’ll still whine and cry, and attempt to get things done. My day does not exponentially improve when Ash gets home because although he’ll hold him as soon as he walks in, he then needs to change and wind down and play Mario. So I am still, STILL, the one watching baby.

It’s not always this way but some days, it feels like the whole world is on my shoulders.