There are one or two minor things I don’t like about this parenting gig. The early rising, for example. The midnight sheet-changing. The diapers weren’t my favorite (past that!) and the Sisyphean dishwasher and laundry moments do get me down. But there is one thing, one single thing, one thing that’s somehow fallen to me in our house (all of those other things were or are shared tasks) that really pushes my buttons. One thing that looms over my head as we roll lazily into August. One nearly nightly chore that I dread more than any other, one thing I haven’t figured out how to make easier or pawn off on my children, one loathsome task.
And it’s coming right back at me this September. But to hear my rant about it, I’ll have to ask you to visit Babble’s Strollerderby.