1:57pm…. Now 3pm.
The day just passed me. Not giving a shit what I’d think or feel.
Both kids incredibly restless and impatient, and not accepting the fact that I have to work.
Emma and I playing soccer with a small bouncy ball, upstairs in her room.
Now, both are up there acting somewhat controlled, but still crazy. Hear them running around like panicked horses.
Have a virtual happy hour at 5. Wish it were now. Have to email 1B students from last night. Do I have to do that now, I ask myself. Well, in a word, YES.