
Yesterday was the Right To Read Week Vocabulary Parade at Connor’s school. When I was unable to craft a Rubik’s Cube themed outfit in a single day to personify the word “solve,” Connor asked if I could make him a “plain” shirt instead.
Yesterday was the Right To Read Week Vocabulary Parade at Connor’s school. When I was unable to craft a Rubik’s Cube themed outfit in a single day to personify the word “solve,” Connor asked if I could make him a “plain” shirt instead.
Baxter’s newest toy is a motion-activated flopping fish, and it’s his new favorite thing. He’ll attack it with bunny-kicks, or he’ll carry it in his mouth and drop it at our feet.
(Also, Aaron reminded me today of this gem that we watched at a long-ago anime convention, which is where I got the title of this post.)
Baxter sits on my shoulders pretty often, and Connor really wants Baxter to do the same to him. Alas, Connor’s shoulders aren’t quite big enough for Baxter to get comfy, so it only happens with a lot of coaxing from Connor.
This has been my vibe this week, and I don’t like it. Not at all.
I’ve been in a spiral of poor eating habits and poor sleep hygiene and bad mood that just feeds on itself. My inner teenager is getting the best of me, letting me sabotage myself by doing whatever I want in the moment — order out because I don’t want to make dinner, stay up late to watch YouTube or play solitaire, ignore my reminders to prep tomorrow’s meals…
Time to be the adult in the room.
I need to start actively managing my stress levels better. My recent continuing stress headache and low energy are pointing to high cortisol, from what I can tell.