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Today unfolded like a delightful surprise, marking our check-in day during Jupiter and Tsunami's week with their mom. This unique day means they swing by after school for dinner, a tradition we cherish deeply. Typically, our adventure leads us to explore new vegan havens, but today, with Easter's gentle reminder on the horizon, we veered off our usual path. Embracing the festive spirit, we kicked off the week with a cozy breakfast and Easter treats, a simple yet profound joy with the boys. Although an eagerly anticipated egg hunt with their cousins was momentarily thwarted by rain, fate kindly rescheduled it for today. Serendipitously, it coincided with their twin cousins' birthday eve, weaving an extra thread of celebration into our gathering. After months apart, reuniting with the cousins and their parents felt like a gift. Despite the transitions in my personal life, my commitment to nurturing these familial ties remains unwavering. Last night's reunion, filled with

Tonight finds me at the Old Rock House, immersed in the unique experience that is a That 1 Guy show. Known for his inventive instrument, the Magic Pipe, That 1 Guy’s performances are more than just concerts; they’re a fusion of sound and visual art that captivates the senses. My introduction to That 1 Guy came long before tonight, a musical encounter that didn't fully capture my attention until Chris, thinking it sounded interesting, gifted me tickets to one of his shows. That evening transformed my appreciation for his artistry. The combination of his music with the coordinated visuals from three projectors created an immersive experience unlike any other. It was an audiovisual spectacle that left an indelible mark on my memory. As I sit here, surrounded by the energy of the crowd and the magic of the performance, my thoughts inevitably drift to the more challenging aspects of my life—namely, the divorce. Coming to terms with the realization that the person I envisioned sharing my

Tonight as the evening was already in full swing, I set out with Tsunami and our dog, Goat, for a walk. This daily ritual has become more than just exercise; it's a chance for us to connect and share our days. Tsunami's been on a health kick, and I'm helping to encourage him. Reminding him to be active and joining him on walks are simple ways I can show my support. But these walks are more than just checking a box. They're filled with laughter, conversation, and a deep sense of connection that transcends words. I'm grateful for these shared moments, where we fulfill individual needs - his for physical activity, mine for emotional connection - while creating something beautiful together. It's a reminder that sometimes, the simplest things hold the most meaning.

This morning was consumed by a necessary yet taxing encounter with the legal system. I met my lawyer for a court status conference, a crucial step in the ongoing, often high-conflict divorce proceedings. While there seems to be some progress, my optimism is cautious, tempered by the unpredictable nature of these proceedings. Seeking solace after the conference, I took advantage of the day off from work and headed to Rockwoods Reservation with Goat. The run through the woods was therapeutic, an effective way to release the pent-up frustrations and anxieties that court appearances inevitably stir up. The tranquility of nature has a way of easing the mind, and today was no exception. The afternoon transitioned into a more light-hearted affair. After picking up the kids from school, we headed to the mall for a bit of holiday shopping. Their mission was to find gifts for their mom, an activity that I was more than happy to facilitate. Our mall excursion led us to a delightful discovery — Da

As another week rolls by, one marked by the absence of my usual running regimen, I've found solace in the steady companionship of my dog, Goat, on our daily walks. These walks, while tranquil, have made the lack of running more noticeable. Running, for me, isn't just a physical exercise; it's a mental and emotional release, a ritual that brings equilibrium to my life despite its demanding nature. The concept of gratitude came into play vividly last night during a bedtime conversation with Tsunami. When he turned the tables and asked me what I was grateful for, my answer, 'doorhandles,' might have seemed trivial at first glance. Yet, it sparked a deeper contemplation about the often-overlooked conveniences that streamline our daily lives, making our routines smoother and more efficient. Tsunami's expression of gratitude for our forthcoming Christmas together opened a window into his perspective and led me to reflect on the evolving nature of our holiday tradition

Today unfolded in a remarkably uneventful manner, a gentle reminder of the quiet blessings often taken for granted. In a world where each day can bring unexpected challenges, the ordinariness of this day was its own kind of gift. Waking up without the age-old concerns of food and shelter immediately put the day into a perspective of gratitude. The convenience of a grocery store, a mere stone's throw away, eliminated the primal need to hunt for sustenance. The security of a roof over my head provided a sense of peace and stability that our ancestors might have envied. My workday followed a familiar rhythm, a balanced blend of professional tasks and household chores. Each completed task, though routine, contributed to a sense of accomplishment and order. It's these standard days at work and at home that form the backbone of a life lived in comfort and predictability. In recognizing the uneventful nature of the day, I found myself appreciating the luxury of predictability. There&#

Today tested my resolve once more, bringing forth the harsh reality that the path to harmony can sometimes be paved with discord. Facing vitriol from a person I once believed held me in love's regard is a stark reminder of how much has changed. Despite our agreements and my earnest attempts to adhere to them, criticism has been quick to follow. Yet, in the face of such trials, I'm reminded of the power of appreciation. I am deeply thankful for the professionals who steadfastly guide our family with the best interest of our children at heart. They are the unsung heroes in our story, each playing a vital role in weaving a tapestry of support and understanding for our kids, who find themselves amidst turmoil they never chose. The co-parenting counselor, the compassionate team at Kids in the Middle, our dedicated Guardian ad Litem, my therapist, and the insightful authors whose works have been a beacon during stormy times—all of these individuals collectively form a bulwark

Today marked my first Thanksgiving without the kids, a milestone that brought its own set of emotions and reflections. Despite this, the day was punctuated with moments of gratitude and connection. Watching Jupiter perform during the halftime show at the annual Kirkwood/Webster Thanksgiving game was a proud and heartwarming moment. I also participated in the Kirkwood/Webster Turkey Day Run, a tradition I've cherished. Running alongside friends, I found comfort and camaraderie, reminders that even in times of change, some things remain a constant source of joy. The day was one of activity and quiet contemplation. I spent hours walking and running, interspersed with moments of rest. My eating habits were different this year, less focused on the feast that typically marks the day. However, this shift felt okay, especially since the boys and I had already celebrated with a Thanksgiving feast last Sunday. It was a joyous occasion, filled with laughter and shared memories. In quieter mom

This morning, as the first light of day touched the streets of our neighborhood, I set out for a walk with no particular plan in mind. My faithful companion, Goat, a dog with an adventurous spirit, was by my side, eagerly sniffing the fresh morning air. The crispness of the morning had a way of clearing the mind, and soon, the thought of a warm beverage began to appeal to me. Nestled a little over a mile away in downtown Kirkwood is a quaint coffee spot known as Teleo. It’s not just the quality of the coffee that draws me there but the convenience it offers, especially for a dog owner like me. As I neared the coffee house, I placed an order online. The walk-up window service at Teleo is a thoughtful touch, allowing me to grab my coffee without leaving Goat outside. Today, as has become my custom when out for coffee, I ordered a red eye. It’s a simple yet powerful concoction of drip coffee with an added shot of espresso. I first came across this option at Protagonist Coffee House in Sou