I am super tired and super stressed. I’m feeling more hopeful about the PhD than I was yesterday and over the weekend, but I still feel pretty tapped out.

The boys do cute things that make me smile. Owl wants to help you stir things in pots on the stove. I give him a floor pot and wooden spoon instead and he  is content to bang away on those. Penguin talks and acts like a miniature adult in many ways now, but then still has the mind of a four-year-old, so he says the most magical goofery with such conviction that it is hard not to be amused.

I’m fine, overall, but really spent.