Great day, weather-wise, but I just never got synced up. Not the end of the world, just didn't get much done. I used to joke with people that if the kid was alive at the end of the day, they'd done enough. The kid is alive (and well) but I'm overthinking her nap schedule.

Schedule might be too generous a word. I'm not much of a scheduler. I think instead of my pleasure reading, I should be re-reading How To Get Your Kid To Sleep [sic].

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Can't find my eyeglasses

Mothering is both the forest and the trees. You've heard the expression, you can't see the forest for the trees, right? It's both. It's the big picture, the forest, and it's a thousand details, the trees.

The details are killing me right now. I can't find my glasses, which makes me doubt my own ability to keep a human being alive and well, even though the human being I'm trying to keep alive is both larger and louder than the misplaced specs, making it highly unlikely that I'd misplace her.

And she (the human being) has declined the offer of a late afternoon nap, so I'm getting hung up on the details of exactly how many hours she's slept today. The forest is populated with many, many good hours of sleep, but I'm fixating on this lost nap. I know why, but I'll have to expound on it later, after baby bedtime.