Emma and Henry enjoying cereal behind me at table. Me, not feeling much like a parent, like I missed something, some course or….. Ridiculous. Again, humor. It’s my day off and I’m letting it just skip by me being carried by unfounded anxiety. ENJOY.
Obstruct all negative inference and communication. Baths and showers for them at some point this morning and hopefully I can fit one in for myself. Imagine that.
The espresso is magic. More than a lifeline or something upon which I depend. I think every parent I know and talk to consistently can relate.