Although it’s a morbid topic, I’d always thought that in the event of the unthinkable, I would take the money from Jennifer’s life insurance and stay home for a couple years with the kids. Well, screw that noise, I’m buying a Porsche instead.

Today was a pretty difficult day. The long hours are starting to take their toll on me. Jennifer said that I should just let things slide and not be so concerned about keeping everything in order; the problem is that the following day is worse because there’s twice as much work to do at the end of the day, and it’s hard to manage Tara in a cluttered house. She is just so amazingly curious, she will test the boundaries of everything around her. If I don’t keep the house in order, I spend my whole day plucking unsafe things out of her hands and mouth at the last second. Today, we went to a birthday party where there was an activity bin full of dried beans, peas, birdseed, etc. Tara actually played for about fifteen minutes before starting to pop them into her mouth, and it then became a game to see if she could get them into her mouth before I or another adult could stop her. She also did a faceplant while running downhill. Three times. She’s fine.

Anna abandoned her stepford ways for today and has been more typical, ie., difficult. I’m counting hours now; in 120 hours, Jennifer should be home. For at least 30 of those, I’ll be sleeping.