connor smith went outside yesterday and whacked an inflatable ball with a hockey stick for fun. becuase we couldn’t get into our eSessions. he kept telling his mom, “It feels like Fall!” lib & cel are in curlers light glows around the edges of all the windows; i can see it leaking out when i go outside with the recycling i should be grading right now i’m fucking around with lightroom and looking at lenses instead because suddenly i care about all that crap again because buying things leads to buying other things and it’s never good enough and you get stressed out at bedtime because the littles’ room is always messy and when you really stop to think about it, whose room is it anyway? and no matter what you buy, it’s never good enough. the timer’s going off. millie wants to know if it’s hard to get into the CIA, and is it worth it anyway? I don’t know. I don’t know the answer to that. lib & cel were just fighting about something beep beep beep beep it’s time for bed (2016)