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I had an important management meeting from 5 to 6 this evening. I try to avoid meetings late in the day since that's when I really need to be keeping an eye on the boys. Plus I find my mind slows down the later in the day it gets, especially on a Friday evening. This meeting couldn't be avoided though. 

So I prepped the boys. After Osamu's chapstick artwork on the TV a few weeks ago, as well as some other shenanigans, I have committed myself to working at the kitchen table after 3 p.m. They're super good little boys, but they are also super mischievous little boys. If I have a meeting with my team it's fine. They get that I am doing double duty. When I have a meeting with my boss or other managers, they get it too, but I have to maintain at least the appearance of full professionalism, even if everything outside of the Zoom screen view is a combination of escaped zoo animals, a prison riot, and the part in The Cat in the Hat where the cat opens the box with Thing One and Thing Two.

The boys played with their toy monorail, watched TV, did coloring and crafts, and thankfully didn't bicker with each other. That's the thing I worry about the most during these meetings. If Kenzo and Osamu start to fight, especially when my mic is on, the jig is up. They did pretty well, though. They wanted to come see, and they did, but I used discreet gestures and knocks on the table when my mic was muted to let them know not to come too close and disturb the meeting. The boys are masters at upstaging. The other managers and I were talking about some serious stuff and I don't want to be the one that everyone rolls their eyes at. Again.


Mama prepped some hamburg steaks and I popped in an oven pizza and added some avocado slices and mini tomatoes and we had a feast for dinner.


Eri knows I'm not a big cake eater, but she also knows that if I do eat cake it's gonna be cheesecake. I tried to resist, but what's the use. I topped it with some strawberry jam and talked for a couple of hours with friends online. I think I need to do this more.

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