I had a grown-up day today. I got up and took a shower. Usually that alone would qualify as a good day, but after that I used the blower dryer AND a curling iron — after I blew the dust off of it that is — AND I put on cosmetics including mascara AND I wore clothes that did not have elastic at the waist and ankles or say Hanes anywhere on them. I even carried a very chic little purse much too small to hold a diaper. I had lunch at a nice hotel and not one person at the table used my sleeve for a napkin or put any of their chewed up food on my plate or wanted to drink from my glass. I’d almost forgotten what it was like. And I only called home three times to see if my boy was missing me. Before I got out of the driveway.