So much to do, and want DONE. Jack’s game is at 2, I think. Emma has one as well. Not a day off at all. Using this desk time to organize and simplify. Don’t think I missed too much yesterday away from he AE story. Don’t want any sort of a day “off”, partial or whole. Keep moving, I tell myself. You know, I always say I need to talk to myself more, map out life and what I want going forward, more “self-talk”…. But I don’t want to plan excessively. I don’t want too much mapped out.
Emma’s baseball pants not fitting. She’s too small. So cute, my little girl. Every dad say that, I know. So I guess I’m adding to the collective.
Henry mood this morning. Funny, me too. Maybe it’s the vibe I’m emitting, like bad light, or a bad aura, atmosphere.
All money allocated and I just wrote that I won’t mention money anymore. Growing to loathe it frankly, even though I have more….
10:12am, mad house. Jack losing his mind and I can help but feed into it, laugh with him…