journal

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.

4/23/20