Noah is in such trouble
Lemme tell you, this kid is IN TROUBLE. An editor I haven’t talked to before called about some rewrites on that open adoption article and he was making noise and generally being less mature than one would expect of a 9-year who knows how to behave when his mother is on the phone.
It’s noon and Madison and I are both only half-dressed. (We’re both wearing shirts but pajama buttons. It’s just been one of those days.) And I have to go jet Noah to Jr. Great Books in less than an hour. And the kitchen table is covered in playdough.
I’m going to have another cup of coffee now.
(Despite all this, I’m feeling pretty cheerful.)
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