So, it’s slightly over midnight, and we’re not sure whether she’s not sleepy because of her usual reasons, or whether that’s because she got my entire cup.
Solomia was sitting right there, in the kitchen. I was at my computer’s, coding. She treated it carelessly.
I didn’t mind my coffee being gone. I’ve got two or three cups by then. Yet, I still made myself a refill.
It’s that just we have these movie’s songs terrorising us:
- Frozen
- Encanto
- And Encanto Hollywood Bowl
And both Encanto’s have this ‘and that’s why coffee is for grownups!’
Instead we measure, this constant pressure… Keeps growing, keeps growing…
I’ve been coding late into night, again. Hnat had a fight with me, and the mom said eventually there’s somebody to stand up against me.
Meaning my tyranny. And she says me the kids don’t get sarcasm. We don’t have my fucking tyranny in this family! And perhaps that’s the issue!
I help Hnat to get asleep, and returned back to my computer.
When Claude hit me with its 5 hours cooldown limit, I exhaled and eventually went away from the display and the keyboard.
Solomia gave Nadia a melatonin bear, and five minutes later I’ve got one for myself too. Two, actually. I’ve got two, accidentally. I hope that’s not something very dangerous!
Chuckles: I’m in danger.
I’m sick. Or just exhausted. Up until afternoon, I was so tired I couldn’t even open my MacBook in bed. I was mindlessly scrolling something (of which I have almost no recollection, but the bright part is, those were my own websites, so I was thinking of how to improve things UX-wise). Then I fell asleep. Then I escaped to my farm, for just an hour. Then I returned to support Solomia, and helped Nadia with getting asleep. So I slept one hour more.
After that, I had power to survive till the evening. Where we fixed the traffic light for Hnat, of which I’d like to write a few words, but not right now.
And I’m the morning, despite me being very unwell, I went with Hnat to his Kindergarten. It was raining, and he enjoyed that tremendously. I have a video proof, and perhaps I’d like to find a way of sharing them, the videos, easily too.
Played cards with moms… nah, joking 🙃
What a day!
Solomia made another masterpiece for our apartment. I love it when she draws, and she does love it too. We had eight years of being married a couple of weeks back, and she wasn’t drawing too much over all this time. Up until now, as she’s separating from her idiot mother, and her psychiatrist told her to find and do things she loves.
It’s the first time in her entire life her leg’s fat becoming off a different structure. I wonder whether that’s her doing yoga two times a week for a few months now, or her getting slower on eating junk food as she doesn’t have a toxic mother with her that often now.
The toxic mother is with her other daughter (the one she adores) at Sardinia. She took Nadia for about a day this August, and I’d prefer her rather not, if Solomia could have just said ‘No!’ I hope against hope we won’t see her around this year.
Perhaps, I’d like to write more on this topic, some other time.
I’d be relaxing to get asleep instead now.