Busy night, and Dave had to work. Julian was being putzy and completely ignoring me, SOP these days, but things were not moving along. By the end of the childcare-push, I'm pretty tired. Tonight, I needed some help.
So Gabriel volunteered to read Katrina her bedtime story. It turns out she reads a lot of it herself, with help. And he's a surprisingly good and patient teacher.
Now I need someone to read me a story. "Once upon a time there was a frazzled overwhelmed insecure mom who felt she was a failure in every aspect of her life, and then one day....."
I have some writing to do.