Boxing Day was a servants' day off in 19th century England; the hired help was sent home with a box of Christmas gifts and perhaps leftovers as well. I must admit that at times, being a mother does feel like becoming a servant to one very small person, with no possibility of a day's vacation. I know this is not the right attitude, but when one is bone-tired, and in a bit of a post-Christmas funk, it's hard to muster up the right attitude...
Just now--a flash of lightning, followed by loud thunder (it's raining heavily). My only feeling is not one of awe at the majesty of natural forces, but of dread, as I think about the night ahead, with, probably, a very awake and frightened baby. We'll see.
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