I am going for more tabloid headlines the past two days. Maybe next week I will lean towards serious policy journals and title a post — Whither the toddler: A post-week examination of preschool exhaustion.
We had workmen working on our front door and elevator door yesterday. Cool. Until we pushed the unlock button (this is a Swedish thing) and the front door flew out at us.
See, they made it automatic. If we push the unlock button, it moves at the speed of a train at you. Coming in, it jumps back the moment you enter the door code.
I hate it. But I also realize that I should love it. For getting in and out the door with a todller just got easier. And next year, with a baby and a toddler … well, I will need all the help I can get.