Every day ends the same. Dinner as close to 6 as I am able to get it on the table, husband and I trade off giving little guy a bath, pjs, sleep sack, monkey, milk, and books on the couch as a family. Then it’s to bed with the wee man.
Some days, I can’t wait for the end of the routine. To be able to sit down and turn off my constant vigilance.
Today was one of those days. Tomorrow will be better.