August 9

I did something today. Leaving it at that for now. I am full of self-doubt. As a parent, a wife, an employee, a human… How do you know if you’re helping your kids or wrecking them? How do you convey love when you keep doing stupid shit that seems to say otherwise? How do you keep the sink from filling with dirty dishes? How do you solve the world’s problems? Why do I just sit on the couch when I’m not working, instead of doing something productive? Tonight we went down the list: Daddy is an expert in the art of football, Christina is an expert in the art of dance, Robin is an expert in the art of cheer, and Mommy is an expert in the art of… and no one could come up with anything. That’s both sad and telling. Robin did eventually say I’m an expert in the art of loving, and I guess that’s at least a good sign on the parenting front. Better than nothing.