Barely with the Boy

Our days are busy. I can account for every minute of the 10 hours I spend at school each day. From the time I pick up the boy from daycare to the time I put him to bed, I kiss and hug him to make up for the lost time we spent apart. When Robby comes home later from campus, I take the boy on a walk & we watch birds and fountains and trees together.

On Saturday mornings, while he sleeps with his papa, I clean the kitchen and apartment, do a bit of yoga to stretch out my tired muscles, and do a little graduate school work. Our days are predictable and busy, & though Robby misses all the days we would spend side by side, it feels good to be busy. When I drive through Los Angeles - heading towards downtown on the 110 with skyscrapers looming ahead & trudging on the 10 past Hoover & Vermont & Crenshaw - I feel a part of the city, as if it were a living organism in constant movement...each individual serves a purpose (albeit mine might be tiny) in keeping this massive sprawl functioning and flowing.