parenting
Didn't sleep well—the sleep tracker measured a textbook night's rest.
Spent some time with the family. My Brother and nephew—Dinosaur—came over as well. Dinosaur asked me, if i'd lend him my third party Devastator figure—called «Engineer General», a boxy, non-transformable version, built like a plastic shithouse. He placed beside him at lunch, jumped on the trampoline with him, and i guess he accompanied him to the toilet as well.
My Brother was though to listen to. Eveything ends up with Marvel movies being too woke and whatever pig the boulevard press is chasing through the village today. It is hard to listen to all this, while he's the father of three black kids … the truth is, the root of his troubles is his inability to use condoms when having sex with women who, at the moment, aren't ready for kids. I love my Nieces and Nephews, but it broke my heart when the Oldest told us a few days ago, that in the short time the Wife and i spent with her, she felt treated like a daughter. I fear that Kirby will say the same thing to someone other than us someday. On the other hand, at least the Oldest had someone who made her feel appreciated and i was part of that.
Talked with my Dad about rehab. He likes occupational therapy from what i told him. Told me about his troubles with not overworking, taking breaks in between so he won't shut down at the end of the day.