It Had to End Sometime

The idyllic life is over.

Maybe idyllic isn’t the correct descriptor; perhaps pastoral is a better word. Even blissful is a good word. Perchance the best word is ‘50s-ish.

What the hell am I talking about? I’m talking about a post-WWII home with a stay at home mom who had a hot meal ready when I got home. Our new-baby, one-income life that we’ve been enjoying for the last three month (actually, not quite three months but close enough for government work) officially ended today. My own personal glimpse of 1950s America, over.

P.Pie went back to work and The Squeaker went to daycare.

There was wailing and crying and gnashing of teeth, but P.Pie was able to suck it up and get through the day.

End the end, both did well and our bank account will be thankful.