I didn't see my daughter at all today.  I went to a worship conference in Mississauga, so had to leave before she woke up.  It's now 9:45 and I only got home about a half hour ago.  She was already in bed.

I do not want to get used to this.  I want to see her every day, spend time with her, play with her, every day.  The conference is very good and it's good for me to do something that isn't toddler related, but I don't like being away from her all day long.  I really don't know how people who work long hours do it.  I can't imagine being away from Arianna for long periods of time.  I guess if you have to do it, you can adjust to it.  I'm just glad that I can stay home with her.  At least she spent the day with her Daddy, who does work. 

I'll be gone tomorrow, but don't have to leave as early, so hopefully I'll get to see her. 

One of the things I love about being home with Arianna is her willingness to help with the laundry.  I no longer even have to tell her I'm going to do laundry.  As soon as I go into the laundry room (it's on the main floor), she is following me, carefully maneuvering down the two steps and opening the dryer door.  I hand her the wet clothes and she puts them in the dryer.  Then I'll give her the dryer sheet and she carefully places it on top of the clothes and pushes the door closed.  She doesn't have enough strength to actually close the dryer door, but she lets me help her.  Then we go up the steps.  She closes the laundry room door as well and off she goes to play with her toys.

Arianna has such a serious and determined look on her face as if she is doing a very important job.  It's adorable!  I haven't thought to take a picture of this, maybe next time she helps.  Then I'll post it.

If I was working I'd probably be doing laundry after she went to bed or I wouldn't have the time to let her help me.  I'm so grateful that I am able to be a stay-at-home mom.

Here goes my first post!

Have you ever had this kind of day? 

This morning we had BLAST, a play group at our church.  We always have fun there, although now it takes Arianna a little while to warm up to it.  She's solidly into separation anxiety.  After BLAST we had lunch with a friend who just had a baby.  She's a good friend, but the whole time, I was watching the clock, not because I wanted to leave, but because Arianna really needed to get home to sleep.  She's just moved from two naps to one and needs her sleep big time.  Well, we got home 45 minutes after her nap was supposed to start.  Then she only slept for a hour and half instead of twice that.  At 5:15 we left to pick up a friend to go bathing suit shopping (Yuck) and out for a quick dinner.  We got back just in time for Arianna's bedtime.  The whole day I felt like I was on a hamster wheel and I only saw my husband for about an hour.  It's now 9:30 and he's still at worship practice. 

I feel like crashing on the couch with the TV and my crosstitch, but it's garbage/compost/recycling day tomorrow and I need to get that all ready.  So, I guess I'd better go and do my job.  Maybe then I'll have time to crash.