So it’s 93 degrees out and I’m at the park with the girls. They’re sweaty, going wild on the jungle gym, and can’t seem to operate a water bottle. I brought a book to read, an introduction of sorts to the phenomenology of Edmund Husserl. What a wonderful opportunity, I’m thinkin’, to get through a chapter before the oppressive heat drives us home.
Not. Gonna. Happen.
Never. Gonna. Happen.
Just. Stop. Trying.
I just have to accept the fact that
Philosophical reading =/= providing toddler childcare.
But I can keep trying, right?
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