In a minute. I said this a lot this week to my (almost) four-year-old, and I’m not particularly happy about it. I reallllly want Just. One. Minute. To write a thought down. To breathe. To sketch something out. But sitting down tonight, at the end of the week, I’m thinking a lot about how cranky it makes him when I constantly answer his requests of playtime or help with a project with “in a minute.” I’ve thought a lot about how I can say this less in the upcoming week by being more present for him and making sure I have some dedicated work time for me. Here’s what I’m working with, folks.