This transition is hitting me hard, man. Like, right in the feels. HARD.
#7. I didn’t have to steal, beg, or bribe for cuddles.
A few tweaks and your tot will be having a blast (safely!) in a cool new space.
Maybe I'll place a want ad? Or perhaps I'll go to the dog park. I don't have (or want) a dog, but dog people seem to be way friendly.
It shocks me that you don't even step into my home before trusting me with your beloved smallish human for hours.
From chopping veggies to unpacking the dishwasher, my kids are a big help in the kitchen. It certainly helps keep witching hour from exploding.