Today I realized that I’m actually more patient with Hayden when I don’t have help.
The more I think about this, the more sense it makes. When I have someone around to help me, I expect them to (surprise) help me. So I can run out of patience and pass him off.
When I’m alone, there’s no one else to take him, so I just can’t run out of patience. At least not until after 6—usually about the time Hayden starts to freak out, I’m trying to make dinner, and Ryan’s heading home from work—not a moment too soon!