Now that we both work — and we have no family nearby — we have so many babysitters. Could anything be more awkward? I don’t think I had thought it through, before we had kids, quite how hard childcare would be, how much of it you’d need if you had a day job, all the ways that daycares can go wrong. How the babysitters would nevertheless love the kids, how the kids would love them back.

I keep meaning to finish writing this section. I look at this page again and again.

I want to write more. I don’t write more.

There are things you can’t finish writing, things you are still busy living.

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