I spent the day with my kids, all five of them. We ate pancakes. Then I drove three of them home, back to their mother. I have a complicated life. My three older kids are 21, 16, and 12. My two youngest are 7 and 18 months. That makes me crazy and blessed.
Unfortunately, they aren’t all together all the time. I have to drive seven hours round trip to meet their mother and send them on their way back home. My two younger ones are always waiting for me when I get back, sad their two sisters and brother are gone.
Anyway, this has nothing to do with writing, only that I didn’t do any today.