You'd think so, wouldn't you? He agreed to let me bike on Thursdays, but only if it's convenient for him. Stopping along the way to get my kid is not an option, because I have to get there by a certain time, or they start charging me $10 for every 15 minutes. I leave work two hours before the deadline to make sure I'm not caught in traffic. If I'm late three times in six months, they kick him out of the program and I lose my job for want of after-school care. There is no other program that will accept him--it's a special one for developmentally disabled kids. My husband also has to leave work two hours early to pick him up, and he gets paid more than I do, so I'm the logical choice to give up work time.

So I'm left with losing an hour of sleep or giving up housework--the latter is more attractive until the house gets too scummy. I did manage to do some work-errands on foot today, in between rainstorms.