I hear his alarm, which means it’s an hour later than I want it to be.

I stare out at the sunrise while in goddess pose and get excited about the longer stretches of light that come with spring.

Warm.

Podcasts and emails and water and snacks.

I tell her that this parenting thing is so stressful. So stressful. How do we survive this?

It’s warm, the sun is out, and so are the people. Feels like a smile on the inside.

The first thing I do when we sit is slather a piece of bread with butter and start to eat. Lately, I feel so hungry.

Two wint-o-green mints in the front pocket.

I realize that the problem is I’ve developed some new kinds of coping mechanisms that I don’t like.

Not knowing if what you think is the right thing is really the right thing.