Hey, remember all that 'everyone seems to knock on my door to take care of them' stuff? You're a carer, Kiddo. You were kinda genetically screwed on that one...I don't think you could muster selfish if you really worked on it. Papa and I are both kind of compelled to live the Golden Rule...it doesn't feel like something that we learned...it feels like something intrinsic to our beings. We have a bunch of people who are really hurting around us, you and I...and so we're doing a lot of shifting our lives away from our normal to help them. I want you to know that I'm not taking any decisions lightly, and am actually actively taking cues from you to see what your levels of willingness are. I feel pretty confident that if you understood the complexities of the things that are taking up our space/time that you'd make the same choices... Truly I do. I'm not as convinced that it's the healthiest of choices...but all I can really do is go with my instincts and what I experience as yours.
aaaaaanyway...
We went to dance, and since so many students in your class had a hard time with recital last week, they opened the class up for a bit so we could take excellent pictures of you all again. Um. I mean... watch you all dance...because we live in the moments instead of just capturing them through a screen... You (clearly) did beautifully, and I (clearly) am insanely proud of my brilliant little critter.
We came home, and I went to work. You played pretty hard, and then fell asleep...but woke up just in time for me to bring you a gup! The gup inspired an immediate NEED to go take a bath with your gups... You and the octonauts rescued your little heinies off, and then you came downstairs for a Maccabeats concert. Hours. I'm hilariously tired. You were too by the end of the night, cutie... Let's sleep...
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