I hate to brag (sorry Shiloh), but, usually James gets home at about six, and we tag team the evening, giving me time to decompress before dinner/bath/bed.
However, this weekend, James was otherwise engaged, and it was just Edie and me. It was hard, like, hard, but nice too. Quiet. Focused. Edie went to sleep to sweetly, so peacefully, it made the hard parts seem nice after all.