The water’s boiling for the jammy eggs.

The kids are still sleeping.

The lunch has been made.

So now I’m gonna see what I can spit out before the day gets rollin’.

I signed Riyu up for a Barnyard Buddies class at a park, run by a park interpreter and it’s so cutie and I love it.

He loves it too.

Yesterday they made their own barn cat and he took so much pride gluing down the “fur.” His sweet little face focusing on making sure he glued every section of the paper plate.

Ankur started work yesterday. And then Riyu will start school next week!

I’m obviously not working this year. But there was a hot minute I thought I would. And sometimes I don’t know how that’d happen. Between the drop-offs and pick-ups and extracurriculars and then wanting to volunteer in the class, I really don’t understand how people manage to juggle all the things.

I mean, I guess they don’t.

Some people have family. Some people have shit all over their homes. And some people just survive on chicken nuggets and Goodles for a bulk of their meals.

(It’s me. I’m all of the above).

Okay, I’m going to go deposit the eggs in their steaming bath. But before I go, lemme sign off with a recent Riyu-ism.

In the backseat of the car, he’s pretending to talk on the phone. He says, “I’m doing a talking on somebody.”

And yesterday he asked me if he could go on the rocking chair. I said, “sure!” Not sure what he was talking about.

“Where’s our rocking chair?” he asked.

“Oh yeah! It’s in Chicago!” I responded, remembering the chair I sat in to nurse him (for 2.5 years, I might add).

To which he responds, “No it’s not! We cleaned up our Chicago!”

I just basically want to follow him around with a recording device or a notepad because everything he says (and how he says it) is just so darn cute. (And loud. Where’s the volume button on this kid?!)

Okay, BYE!