Fridays kinda suck. No, I'm not crazy. Ryan gets up with ruby and gets her on the bus and let's me grab a few extra zzzs. Then I work pretty much nonstop from 9-6. Then I drag my ass upstairs for 30 mins of time with a tired and irritable kid then we cajole her into bedtime.
30 minutes isn't much time with your favorite human.
Oh, but bedtime can be the redeeming moment. She snuggles against my chest while we read a few books then she asks to turn out the light. Then she curls up on my lap and strokes my cheek and quietly says "blackbird?"
You'd think after singing it for 5.5 years I'd be over it, but every time I get a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes when she asks for it.
You were only waiting for this moment to arise. I could not love this child more.