It may not matter. Neither of you can read yet, and the only other person reading is your grandma Bekka (hi mom!) but it has been hard to write lately.

It’s not that I don’t want to write. But my first job on getting up is setting up meals for you both. Then I need to get to work and teach other kids so we can keep food, and clothes and shelter. Then I need to take care if you at home. And, oh yeah, help your mom and share my life with you all.

That takes us from 5 AM to 10 PM. And my brain is so burnt out that I can’t quite bring myself to make words make sense.

Burn out is real, no matter what overly peppy or intense employers would have you believe. And burn out sucks no matter what social media posts or inspirational posters will tell you.

You can’t avoid burnout, but you can acknowledge it and select the most vital and most life giving tasks to focus on.

I love writing. I love sports. And I love writing about sports. So I really want to write.

But more fun than writing is reading stories with you.

More life giving than sports are the games we play, be it airplane, or papa tiger, or vacuums.

So while I love writing, and I want to write these posts more frequently and carefully than I have been, I’m not going to forgo life with you now, for writing for your future.

When your burn out comes boys, and it will, I hope you look for the life you have now, and live it fully.