I don’t know how much longer I’ll get to ride that wave. The affection is going to dry up eventually.
I’m too goddamn busy. Yesterday they wanted me to go on “an adventure” with them and I had to cut it short in order to wash all the laundry that had been piling up while our machine was fucked up (see this week’s prior posts). Life’s really cruel like that.
Today I’ve got some time to bask. We’ll probably just mess around with Lego and cartoons. I hope that’s what they remember most when they get old enough to choose whether or not I stay in their lives. And I hope I’m wise enough to just trust them instead of projecting all my fears of irrelevancy and failure.
I think we’ll be okay. They like Lego, and I have literally never been cool. I’ve got no ego to boss me around.