Things have been a bit busy. The kind of busy where you shut your eyes to give them a break and dream about eating sandwiches, and next thing you know you were asleep sitting up.
So recently, with my son fed (I’m pretty sure he ate, I have a memory of food being involved), I snuck off and played video games for an hour. Maybe 90 minutes. Better part of two hours. The point is, I did it. And the moment I sat down, before I had even loaded the game, I felt it: guilt.
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