The Field, Abandoned

My childcare fund ran out before the summer holidays did, so it's been a bit of a scramble around here lately. I've missed flying out the door past the nanny in the mornings and coming home to folded laundry in the afternoons. It is, I am convinced, how life should be. No one will do the folding, or stack the dishwasher, while the boys are back in school this week, and it will likely be chaos on the domestic front for the next couple of months as I move into the home stretch with my memoir, but I can't wait to fly out the door again in the mornings, into the next chapter's arms.