fox | in which my 7yo is pretty great

The prince is super invested in MLK Day—they cover it at what I assume is an age-appropriate level in his elementary school—so I promised him we'd go downtown to see the memorial tomorrow. Meanwhile I’ve been in day job hell since the week before Christmas, which unicycle-juggling kind of has to end this coming week but not before a couple of rounds of testing the absolute limits of what can possibly be considered "the last minute." I did several hours' worth of work last night and some more this morning, along with solo parenting through grocery shopping and laundry and parkour yesterday afternoon because Himself has been at a conference (days only, thank god, so he could take over bedtime when that was one of the last minutes), and today we fetched my personal computer back from the Apple store and got the special cupcakes and now we're home listening to the wind howl and I am so tired it's hard to hold my head up, but the kid is not hocking me about wanting to play video games before the prescribed Time For Screens: Instead, he is signing New Year's cards (the one ball I bobbled this winter, but we'll have them sent before January is out). ❤️