The boys are getting incredibly anxious about seeing their mom tomorrow. It's been about 2.5 months since they've seen her in person. This has been by design and out of necessity because of the COVID19 pandemic. Lizze and I discussed this when we first went on lockdown and we agreed that the safety of the kids had to come first. Gavin is immunocompromised and there are people in her house who are at high risk as well. We needed to protect those who cannot protect themselves. This isn't her being an absent parent or me withholding the kids. We chose this particular path because we believe it's ultimately in the kids best interest. We didn't start this sooner because for it to work, everyone in the house must remain quarantined…

A strange thing has been happening for the last few days. I've been going to bed a bit earlier, with the help of melatonin and getting up at the crack of dawn, without setting an alarm. I know I expressed reservations about taking something to help me sleep but I don't really have another choice at this point. I need to sleep. It's roughly 6:30am and I've already been up for almost an hour. Not only that, but I feel pretty good. I'm working on getting the kids in bed before 10pm because it's obviously best for them but also, it's the only way I get any sleep myself. I really, really want to go to bed earlier and get up earlier. It's healthier and if I'm up before everyone…