Loft with Henry and Jack.

Jack tells me he’s tired, Henry points at the fridge after sprinting up to me, wanting milk. I pour some into his sipping cup.

Typing at the nook table. Coffee. Impatience with Henry and Jack, true parenting reality. How to navigate, still learning. Tomorrow, the entire day…. MINE. Writing, running, cleaning obviously, re-arranging office, possibly tasting somewhere more than likely on the Green don’t feel like driving anywhere especially this weekend.

Emma comes downstairs and sits at the table with me bringing toys, pretends I am a stopping station for the figures on the toy train she’s holding. Henry sits between us. I move to the table’s head. Should check into work…

Found a couple prospects but what’s that worth.