When one wakes the other and they both cry, drowning each other out in turn to a crescendo of warbling exhaustion, I laugh and you fret.
If I’m honest, it doesn’t always fall out exactly like this, but it is true that in general you worry about what’s happening in the moment while I worry about the big, existential things. Will we be able to build meaningful community for our family here? Is another catastrophic event going to ruin the fragile balance of our lives?
Neither approach is particularly healthy (we too sometimes drown each other out in turn), but in this moment I think my ability to recognize the little, passing things for what they are has kept me more centered and able to enjoy life amongst the chaos. These days you have been exceptionally rigid: a rigid thinker with rigid expectations and thus constant disappointment. It has been exhausting to be around. I hope you sort it out soon.