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Creative Scheduling

Eri drove to her sister's place down in Watari to help with the new baby for the day. Her mom’s been down there helping but she needed a day off to rest her back. Eri left mid morning and was home for dinner time. That meant in order to make my workday work I had to do some creative scheduling.

Kenzo is home now because he's a kindergarten graduate.


He's good at keeping himself busy, though he does forget that papa is employed and talks to me a lot even when I'm in meetings. I don't mind. I kinda like it. It makes my day more interesting and it's just a blessing to be able to do my job while also being with him.


At 14:00 we walked to the bus stop to pick up Osamu. I shifted my lunch break. Kenzo complained a little on the way that he was tired. It's about 1.5 kilometers one way, which is a pretty good distance for a little dude. I'm pretty sure he runs three times that on any given day but just doesn't think about it.

On the way back with Osamu in tow we stopped to play for a few minutes at one of our neighborhood parks. Kenzo gets that we have to get back because papa has to check in with work, but Osamu does not. When I said we gotta go home he broke down.



On the last leg of our walk home Osamu was inconsolable. He was crying and yelling, "Papa you go away from here! I'm not your papa any MORE!"

After a meltdown where he sat on the side of the street he finally got up and held my hand and we made it back. I gave the boys their snack and some apple juice before nap time, so of course they didn't take a nap and Osamu ended up asking for another snack later so I gave him a fish sausage.

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