Friday

After a week of deskwarming, we were finally released for a precious three days off (we work Saturdays most weeks so this is double our typical ration of leisure time). As I was packing up, my workmate Derek looked up in surprised delight and said, if I hurry home, I can play video games before my wife gets home. To which I replied, you know, you can also play video games after your wife gets home, since you are a grown-up and everything. No, he said, I don’t like to, I want her to think of me as an adult….

Saturday

Last night, near eleven, my eldest decided to have a meltdown because his phone was being confiscated. We took the phone because he had violated curfew and neglected to do anything we asked before he left the house. So it was a fair and predictable consequence. He’s sixteen, though, and of a generation that has mentally merged with their technology. Losing his phone is equivalent in his mind to torture. He proceeded to have a full-on panic attack-esque fit which caused a raucous in our tiny apartment late at night. One of the things that came out of that emotional…

Saturday

It has been a strange week, a week of shifts and stops. I’ve been doing nothing in the evenings. Not reading or finishing the painting or the story. Not even helping the kids with their homework. I have just been coming in, closing the curtains, and going to sleep. Is that shameful? I am not sure. Perhaps. I set my alarm for four and sleep through it. I wake at five and lay there staring at the ceiling. I am trying to figure something out but I am not sure what it is. I start Japanese lessons next week. It…