Q of the Week : What's Your Earliest Memory?

Image courtesy of quinet via FlickrI worry all the time that I’m ruining my kids.  That they’re learning bad habits, being turned neurotic by my parenting, or feeling misunderstood.  It’s part of parenting, and I know I’m not alone in it.  It still sucks.  I also know that I’m not my mom, nor are my kids childhoods anything like mine was.  This sometimes makes me ashamed, as I compare aspects of my past to their present, and come up wanting in the patience and calm categories.
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I'm scared.

Thanks to a snow-day yesterday, the number of home-alone-with-no-kids days in my forseeable future was reduced to one.  That’s this Friday: Douglas’ last day of public school for the forseeable future.  The voluntary end of my day-time free time.  This scares the living daylights out of me.  I LOVE my free time, and have counted on it to get things done.  Things like work (ok, less of it than I’d like to admit, but I  still work at warp speed when I do get to it!), running, shopping w/out a stroller and whiners, blogging, you name it: things that are easier done without a kid or two in tow.  And I’m giving up my two free days a week, and will now have two kids on the other days that I just had one.
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