Super-grounded? No. Startstopdelete. No that’s not right, writing.
Last night I dropped my French class so I could spend more time at home with my family. Bryan and I laid around and talked for like 45 minutes, which we never do. One of us is always working. It was nice. I figured I’m not moving to France this year, so there’s no need to rush with the language component. It will happen, and maybe not with a class, but perhaps with a tutor, who I can meet with after the kids go to bed.
Current life equation:
Difficult conversations, tightrope-walking at work +
Intermittent, poor sleeping habits +
Kids’ school drama (you wouldn’t believe it) +
A bunch of smaller over-commitments =
Lazy when I am not required to be doing anything at that moment.
