This cup rests next to my laptop, which is open and ready for typing on. It is after 3:30, and I have not yet begun to write today.

I’ve spent much of the day watching Cooper decide he doesn’t need to mind his grandparents or me. It seems every effort to get Cooper to do something normal–like put on his shoes, or sit still–has been a battle. I’m about Cooper-ed out for the day. I’m Coop-pooped. Time to sit, sip on my skinny hazelnut latte, and write.