Today on life with kiddo: Trying to get a 3.5 year old to bed, while self-isolating as much as possible under the circumstances, when she’s full of pent-up energy because she’s been sitting around all day.
(draconic is with the baby.)
I'd help if I could...
There’s only so much she understands out of my trying to tell her that for fuck’s sake I’m trying not to be in the middle of everything and want to get this done quickly, that she’ll actually absorb.
Right now she’s running around in circles and simultaneously playing a small set of cymbals and a harmonica, the latter of which she’s holding only by her mouth, as a timer runs.
I’m still mostly sure that I don’t have covid at this point, but what this is teaching me is that if I’m wrong or if I ever do catch it, it’s going to be pretty much impossible to avoid spreading it to the toddler.
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