Saturday Morning – Work? When You’re Childless or Not


So this morning, starting at 6a, I began to work. Not the “go to my office, track my hours, get paid, be overseen by a boss” kind of work. Instead, the intricate, daily pattern of life described as work or with described as life. So many parents do this on the daily. Put away the drying dishes. Wake up your sleepyheads. Head to Little League or Art Class, or if you live in NYC, perhaps Parkour or 1 of the set of 6 weekly classes of an aspiring gymnast or soccer player. Or even if you’re just hanging in your … Read More