PDFing storyboards and typing in the callsheet with two nieces on your lap: difficult.
This is a place of work, not a place for drawing on your aunt's keyboard and using her walkie to play telephone.
Angie did the thing where she ran up to me and hugged me and wanted me to carry her and would cry if I put her down and didn't want to talk to anyone except the walkie and me. Then when they left she was sobbing and doing that baby reaching out for you as they're being carried away. Heart. Break.