Ah, this week. The week in which I nearly lost my mind. The week I spent every day reminding myself that it wasn’t them, it was me. The week it took me over an hour and a half to go through the bedtime routine one night when Micah was gone. We made it to the other side, but have little to show for it: a (boring?) trip on the train to the transit museum, crafting and writing, dressing like twins, stealing Mom’s camera, and sleeping in style. That’s about it.