Favorite Part of the Day

My favorite part of the day is definitely not the morning. Firstly, I'm not a morning person. Secondly, there are all the chores to do to get ready for the day: dress me, dress my son, walk the dog, feed the dog, feed my son, feed myself, battle over watching another episode of Dora the Explorer with my son, transition my son from me to the nanny, and any other thing that needs taking care of. Third, there's the pressure of getting all of the aforementioned completed so I can get to work on time (on time for me means less than 1/2 hour late). Finally, there's the separation trauma of saying goodbye to my son and having him cry hysterically.

The middle of the day is not my favorite part either. It is then that I am at work dealing with incompetents, micromanagers, crybabies, and other sundry characters all under looming client deadlines. It is also during this time when my circadian rhythms hit their low point and I just want to crawl under my desk to take a snooze.

You may have guessed by now that my favorite part of the day is the evening. It is not because by process of elimination this must be my favorite part of day but because it is a truly joyful time. There are still chores to do: feed the dog, walk the dog, feed my son, battle with my son over watching TV, feed myself, bathe my son, clean up after everyone, get stuff ready for the next day, and on and on. However, after dinner and before my son's bathtime there is an oasis of pure, unfettered fun in which my son and I may run, jump on the bed, jump on the floor, play hide and seek, dance, play the flute badly, tickle each other, blow balloons, pop balloons, or just generally act goofy while we giggle the whole time that is the highlight of my day.

It is that time of day that gets me through the other parts.