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Relative Quiet

Eri was a little surprised that I ate all the tripe out of the stew last night. Not a bite was left. There was plenty of vegetables and soup left, though, so for lunch today she added some champon noodles and we did another hot pot.


Eri left for school and the boys took a pretty good nap. Even Kenzo. When he came downstairs I gave him his dried potato snack with a jelly and a little chocolate pie thing. The boys love the dried potatoes. 


Kenzo sat across from me munching while I was working at the dining table. He took his time today and was observing me.

It dumped snow like crazy after five p.m. Eri's school apparently doesn't have windows so when she went outside at eight she was pretty surprised. She took the subway back up to Izumi and drove safely home, making it back just as the boys were getting in bed. Perfect timing. They are always so happy when they hear the car pull up in the driveway and the front door unlock. Kenzo ran down to greet mama and growled like a monster because it makes him laugh to do that.

Between five and eight this evening I had a crazy anxiety attack. This never usually happens in the evening. It's always morning or early afternoon. It was tiring. I powered through and just breathed and focused on one thing at a time. Dinner prep. Dishes. Start the bath. Set the table. No music time tonight. I needed some relative quiet. I think maybe I just have too much stimuli during my day.

By the time Eri got home and the boys were tucked in I was feeling better. Just exhausted. Eri suggested I adjust my routine. I know she's right, but I don't know where to begin doing that.

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