Cheryl left for 3 days this morning to celebrate with some classmates their successful completion of graduate school. Caroline and I went to mexican food for dinner with Emma and her parents for Cinco de Mayo; the girls were very good, and we adults ate piles of tasty food in peace. The worst part of one-parenting for me is the bedtime routine, but Caroline was sufficiently tired not to protest when I inevitably skipped a step or two that Cheryl goes through with her.