O is for Squib
I used to spend my days debating story budgets and editing magazine articles and giving feedback on design for publication.
Today, I wiped up an exorbitant amount of infant spit up and had an argument with a preschooler over the animal representing the letter O in the alphabet book. (He said it was a "squib" and I said that while it looked similar to a squib, er, squid, the word "octopus" begins with O, therefore we were looking at an octopus.)
This evening we had some friends over for dinner, and between all our children and the two dogs, it was a complete circus. No leisurely, philosophical conversations for us. No lounging around into the wee hours when wee ones have 8 and 9 o'clock bedtimes.
It was a good day.