As I type this, we are watching the Lego documentary and Lu is reconsidering dreams of Broadway for life as a Lego master builder. Milo is asleep in a newly reorganized room, having picked out his own pajamas from a drawer within his reach.
Jason and I are tired, from building the business and weighing huge opportunities that have landed in our lap in the last week — inconveniently timed good luck.
We are also tired from 8 weeks of helping my mom recover from a devastating hip injury in various hospital settings...then helping my dad during a dramatic psychiatric hospitalization.
Oh, and we are getting a dog on Sunday (because we need one more creature look after).
At some point soon, I will fill in the detail. For now, I am just reporting the facts. I don't know what the hell is happening: life is incredibly complicated and hard, and still so good.