Work

The unexpected passing of Tony Soprano wasn't the only thing giving everyone a case of the sads yesterday - the world at large also wept because everyone knew that it was Kitty's first day back at work.   After scrupulously reviewing our family budget 357,421 times over the past month to determine whether we could keep ourselves in organic toothpaste and hand-sewn Norwegian cloth diapers on one income, we finally came to the realization that it just wasn't possible.  

Lord knows that a life without artisinal truffle kale chips is not a life worth living.

And so it was that Kitty rejoined the workforce, but not before liberating Edie from the clutches of the baby factory daycare that we had enrolled her in and into the arms of our new nanny, Katherine.  It's obviously not as good as watching Edie herself, but we like our significantly reduced chances of catching the millions of baby diseases that teem through the depressing concrete-block infant daycare so much that it made the additional cost worth it.  Plus, having Katherine come over to take care of Edie every day has the added benefit of directing Kitty's frustration & anxiety away from me and back toward the person that now gets the pleasure of staying home with her daughter.  Which is nice.

Of course, we had to absorb the increased childcare costs somewhere and it wasn't going to be my beer budget, so we went with the most extraneous item we could think of - e.g., Finn's clothing.  What's that you say?  You saw Finn leaving the house this morning in pants that were two inches too short and a pair of dirty Crocs with white socks on underneath and therefore don't think that this is the time to start limiting his clothing options? 

Whatever.  He doesn't care.  His lunchbox is filled with delicious kale chips.  And that's really all that matters.