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I stay up too late. Last night I was up way past midnight and even dozed off on the hot carpet for a while before resuming my reading, writing, and YouTube watching.

Which leads to sleeping late in the morning. The boys came up and crawled into bed with me and snuggled for a while. They had just finished breakfast. I looked at the clock. It was after eight.

The boys helped me make the bed and we headed downstairs and I whipped up a little breakfast that perfectly suits me: natto with kimchi. We were out of eggs. A raw egg on this would've made it perfect.


I spent the morning at the community center meeting with the neighborhood association, which as of April I will be the vice chair of. No one else wants to do it so I was fast-tracked. I'm excited, though. We talked about the upcoming year's activities, such as cleaning the parks and planting flowers. I greatly value knowing our neighbors and surrounding community members. Eri is worried that I'll get too busy and stressed out, but I think it'll be fine. Plus Kenzo can join me for a lot of the activities like flower planting and grass cutting.

It is a time commitment, however. This morning the meeting started at 10 and I got home close to noon. Eri texted me earlier that she and the boys hopped on the bus to Izumi Chuo to return library books and have lunch, so I did some household chores I've been meaning to do for a while, like washing crayon marks off the boys' bedroom wall, and headed out for a walk.

There was not a cloud in the sky.


And the boys were super excited to ride the bus, as always.



Late Sunday afternoon always means park time.


I am fully aware (I think) that these guys are going to eventually start having their own lives, their own friends, their own interests, and that those things probably won't involve me or Eri. I know this is a special time. Kenzo and Osamu love being with mama and papa, but I know it won't be like that forever. The window is narrow.


Which is why, for the time being, nothing is more important than playing at the park, wrestling in the living room, and goofing off in the bathtub.

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