One last night without K and the Boy, which means one last morning without K and the Boy. While L and I missed them terribly, a lot of good came from our single-parent experience. With a little extra work and planning in the evening, the morning ritual has been cut substantially. Having to do double duty in the evening mean pushing some tasks onto the Girl, so she can now complete the evening bath project, from drawing the water to dressing, without any help from an adult. Life in generally has just grown a bit more streamlined — at least the redundant, daily things that we tend to push through to get to the more interesting stuff. And yet we’ve also re-discovered that those redundant, daily things that we tend to push through can be the interesting stuff: the eternally relearned lesson.