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Full confession: I just undid my pants before sitting down to write. It’s just been that kind of a day.

It started with my fire alarm shower scare, then we rushed out the door to meet up with my lovely cousin and her three boys at a splash pad. I’ve been nervous to take them to one, but the splash pad near her home is quiet and for most of the morning we were basically the only ones there. It was a much needed slice of normalcy the kids needed… but they were so fried when we left. It’s a great little park, but there is zero shade. After two hours in full sun everyone was tired.

We had a quiet afternoon–the boys watched a movie so S and I could sneak upstairs and watch another chunk of Anne of Green Gables. I can’t get over how much she is loving the story… she asks 2273589279 questions while we watch because it’s SO foreign to her, but she loves it so much. I dig deep for patience and answer them ALL because I hope she will always love Anne like I do.

Tonight M was my hero and took the kids out so I could have a quiet minute alone in the house. I had a quick video call with my parents and siblings, then just took a minute to breathe in the solitude. Since the pandemic started, I feel like I’ve had so few moments alone in my house. I go out for runs and walks, but there’s something different about being able to have a moment of peace and quiet in your house… especially after being with the kids all day. Every day. For lots of days in a row.

While they were out M won his Dad of the Year badge for teaching our not quite four year old how to ride a two wheeler without training wheels. M was SO determined to teach P to do it, and I was SO convinced that he wasn’t ready.

Apparently I was wrong. It wasn’t P that wasn’t ready. It was me.

How is my baby almost 4!??!

I’m going to need a minute to process that.

Once we got the kids bathed and into bed, M put on a movie and I slipped downstairs to write, but definitely finished off the episode of Unsolved Mysteries that I had started earlier instead.

Which bring me to now–yawning between sentences and squinting to see the screen because my contacts definitely need to come out and I’m so tired.

Getting older is so glamorous.

I spent at least 30 minutes reading before bed last night, and I feel like I slept a little better. I’m hoping for a repeat tonight.