It’s been a bad day, but I don’t feel like detailing it. Suffice it to say, there was a lot of screaming, crying, stamping of feet, and general unpleasantness.
This evening Ted gave me the gift of some time to myself while he folded a part of our Mt. Everest of laundry. I went and bought potting soil and burgers, and then came home to eat, have a beer, and plant some ground covers. I am sure it would have been better in some ways, certainly more efficient, to use that time packing or cleaning or some such. But I was very glad to get the plants in the ground, and to do something productive, by myself (until Hazel came outside).
Parenting is hard. This statement brought to you by the Obvious Newletter of the Duh Metropolis.
On the other hand, Joanna said, “fish” tonight for the first time.