Chloe woke up at 2:30 AM and 4:30 AM again after a weekend of not waking up until 5 or 6 AM. Woe is me. I'm starting this morning groggy and making my cup of coffee right away instead of waiting the usual hour or so to make it. There was a small miscommunication and Jhey was just on vacation last week, not his paternity leave so I'm planning to work two half days and (hopefully) one full day this week, pulling from my rolled over vacation hours. I have meetings from 9:00 AM to 11:30 and need to post some socials for the Web Engines Hackfest. I run my first project meeting with 0 context as to what is happening and need to revisit it later. After my meetings Chloe is ready to be put down for a nap, and I take over her care so Jhey can go to the gym but we end up talking for about an hour. I feel heavy today and a bit lost. It feels like an identity crisis. It's part of the reason I went and got tattooed over the weekend. Tattoos have become a ritual or way of saying, this body is mine,…
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