Tomorrow is the last day of summer school.  After that...gulp...I will have no time to myself.  No time to go to the store without Wyatt, no time to run errands without Wyatt, no time to take a leisurely walk with the dog.   Virtually no respite from Wyatt's charming company for three weeks.  Until day camp. 

(Oh, I know, I am so whiny.  There are millions of working  mom's out there who get up and go to work everyday and their personal time during the week is probably about 30 minutes total per week, and that's counting the commute).

Next week a long-time friend is visiting from Oregon and bringing her brand-new baby, so I've arranged to have the babysitter come for three hours during the day.  The sitter only had that weird time slot between lunch and dinner available, but I am grateful.  I've used up all of my free respite hours so I'm going to have to fork out, but it will be worth it, definitely.

Anyway, I am frantically trying to write comforting things onto my calendar, like:  Park, 3 hours.  Pool, 3 hours.  So it doesn't feel as though I am on my own for three weeks.  After Day Camp week, there will still be one more week of nothingness, but at least my mother is coming to help me that week.  I think Wyatt is more tiring than two full-time jobs.  He needs to be kept busy, busy, busy.