Anna June has a great example of a hard worker in her Dad.
Right now, work is tough. Ten on a scale of 1-10, he says. (Mine has been rough lately, but not in comparison.)
AJ had a terrible day, too, exhibiting bad behavior at school and not getting a sticker at the end of the day.
We retreated to Chick-Fil-a for dinner, seeking comfort in MSG-laden chicken.
We arrived and found AJ's friend Dorothy. AJ asked Dorothy if she'd like to play on the playground after dinner. Two things to note: AJ asked the other kid to play (this has been an issue at school - AJ would accept, but not make, offers to play) and she said "after dinner" implying that she knew the rules.
The girls played and played. I got a chance to ask Dorothy about what happened at lunch, when the co-conspirators were caught playing with the wrapper from AJ's juice box straw instead of exhibiting good lunchroom etiquette. AJ's story matched Dory's : they were playing, and they got in trouble.
While the partners in crime ran off some frustration in the indoor playground, Ben and I talked about work, a subject that usually bores AJ. It was good to watch them have fun while we talked over things that are decidedly not fun.
We're hanging in there. We're making it work. We're taking it one day at a time.
Here's hoping today will be better, with no notes from school and no headaches at work.
21 hours ago