This week has been long. Nothing spectacular, but with much fatigue.

It was a beautiful, warm morning, so I did my morning video conferencing on the deck. The boy child hung out with me, trying to get me to play while I “watched my friends.” The girl child stayed inside alternating between television and avoiding school. The wife gathered information for an afternoon meeting.
The early sun is too low for the patio umbrella, so I tried to stay behind its shadow while it was still closed. I didn’t have enough umbrella, and stayed out a bit too long, because that tender bit of arm is sunburned. You know, that bit just above the elbow where shorter sleeves don’t quite cover what longer short sleeves do. Just the one arm.

Means summer’s coming!

The kids were given an art project with paint just before lunch. It was an unnecessary struggle to get the kids to eat lunch, as they kept wanting to paint. Then an equally difficult time getting boy child to take his nap.

He dozed, and the girl watched some more television, while the adults met via video with our tax preparer. He made it as good of a time as can be,I guess. We’ve tried a few, and have had the hours long wordless interaction type, too. We’re doing the right things, finally, and are at our goal of within a thousand dollars of what we paid in payroll deductions! Small refund, even!

Kids and missus took a trip to drop the art at a nearby friend’s as a socially distant birthday visit and gift. I guess it was nearly tears, the fun of seeing another schoolmate. There’s one girl at the end of the street we see frequently as we bike ride, but more seems better.

To celebrate a week of pretty good bedtimes, we agreed to a “pizza picnic,” which is eating pizza in the living room, with a double-feature (not originally planned) of the live-action Scooby-Do movies. The ones with Sarah Michelle Gellar.

This pushed bedtime prep an hour later, which turned bedtime into a bit of a delayed struggle. The kids got ready quickly, through the bathroom things, into PJs, and in bed in about a half hour. So about an hour late, just 9PM. Mom took a bathroom break while I finished tucking them in. Boy demanded good-nights from mom, which I promised when she was done in a minute. Then I went to put toys away in the yard.

A few minutes later, mom joined Me downstairs. I asked if boy was asleep already, but she’d just slinked past. I told her I promised a check-in, so she returned to check. She never came back... There was thumping and stomping and some crying and shouting “no.” My guess is the boy got up as soon as mom walked by, and joined the girl in her room for some chat time. Mom tried to right the SS Bedtime, and mutiny occurred.
After a little bit, I too trekked upstairs, but everyone is asleep.

Everyone is healthy.