When my son was in daycare, I sent him off five days a week, even if I wasn’t working. I used the given time I had at home to catch up on chores, write articles, and work on the latest course I was taking.
One night, my daycare called to cancel for the next two days for personal reasons.
That’s okay, I tell her, I understand.
I remember the thought sinking in like slime oozing out it’s container: what will I do with my kid for the next two days?
My anxiety set in: how are you going to entertain him for two whole days?