Like Alexander in, “The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day,” there are times when I think I’d be better off living in Australia.
For example, take last Wednesday. (Please!) In order to get a jumpstart on my to-do list, I set the alarm for 6:40 a.m.
At 5:40, the child who is typically impossible to drag out of bed before noon made a surprise appearance. She nestled her head into my armpit, her knee into my stomach and fell back to sleep.