What a great week of celebrations, tradition, and firsts. We celebrated Passover, did an Easter Egg Hunt, and then took the kids to their first baseball game to watch the Rockies beat the Phillies on opening weekend.

Getting to see the kids enjoy their first baseball game was a major proud dad moment for me. The weather was perfect, and we got it all: home runs, foul balls landing right near us, peanut shells and ketchup everywhere, and best of all, no meltdowns.

OK, so that's how the week started...

Yesterday, we woke up to two kids with double pink eye, one with a double ear infection, and both with fevers. Buckle up Habers, here we go.

Here's the thing about being a working parent that nobody warns you about: it's not all the big stuff really that breaks you down, it's the logistics. School ends in the middle of the day, hours before your workday does. Your kids will get sick ALL THE TIME, and even if they're feeling better there are protective rules to make sure they don't go back to school until they've been fever-free for X days. And then right as they get better, you get sick. Around and around we go.

Our entire society is still functioning as if one parent works, and one parent stays home to take care of the kids. And despite how many decades it's been since that was ever "normal," nothing has really changed to support the way families actually work now.

Don't ask how you're supposed to take them to doctor's appointments in the middle of the day, or what you're supposed to do when they get out of school at 2pm, it's just the way it is. Hope you have enough PTO and say goodbye to your vacations?

Being able to work remotely helps, until you've tried to answer emails while two sick kids fight over a cup of water three feet away from you.

And, I'm just describing the problem from my own privileged experience. There are millions of parents who don't have the option of working remotely, and don't have the option of taking multiple days off, or even a couple hours in the middle of the day for a sick kid, without losing their job.

For me, it's a never-ending mental battle between "Well, I chose to have kids, I have to figure it out" and "This isn't right, something fundamental needs to change."

I don't have the answers, but I do know parents could use a lot more support than they're getting.

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Well, I wasn't planning on ranting when I started writing this. But apparently, I had some feelings about it, so here we are. This is the Weekly Light though, so I'm going to leave you with some.

Parents: You're amazing. You deserve way more help than you get, but you're doing your best. And you got this.

Everyone Else (and especially the bosses of the world): If you can, give a little extra love and support to the working parents in your life. It really does take a village.

-Seth

Live As I'll Ever Be
Chris Smither

One of my favorite live albums that I go back to time and time again.

Chris Smither isn't a household name for most, but I've been a fan since the first time I heard this album and I'm thrilled to share it with you if you aren't familiar.

A folk/blues singer from New Orleans, Chris has been putting out albums and making music for over 50 years now and is still touring to this day.

Live As I'll Ever Be was released way back in 2000 and showcases his essence as a one man tour-de-force: guitar, toe-tapping percussion, and some great storytelling throughout.

Let me know what you think in the comments.

And, who's got an album they want me to listen to and share in an upcoming Weekly Light? I'm ready for some suggestions from you!

Enamel Mugs Collection

If you're reading this week's Founder's Corner and thinking "that man needs a cup of coffee," you're not wrong.

Our Enamel Mugs are handmade, 16oz camp-style mugs built for real life. Dishwasher safe, stovetop friendly, and they're hand-dipped so every piece is perfectly imperfect, just like your morning routine.

We've got 8 designs to choose from, and one tree is planted for every mug sold. At $24, they also make a really easy gift for the coffee-obsessed, tea-devoted, or chronically exhausted parent in your life.