Routine is numbing, oh so numbing, so I did a crockpot dinner (um, three-bean chili is fine for a 100-degree day, right?) and instead took the girls to the neighborhood park while I'd normally be prepping dinner. The change of pace was refreshing. I've had three days of twin crankiness (I assume molars again) but I've found that getting them outside nearly always cures the bad moods.
The 16-year-old babysitter had another good week with us. I just learned she's not yet 16, so I commend her on her maturity and ability to handle my household. The girls have fun with her and the house is clean when I get home from work. "Sam" has figured out that Claire is a sneaky little thing. Claire has now lied to get Coke, lied about being allowed to watch SpongeBob Squarepants, and stole her sister's drinks rather than asking for her own. I'm getting super tired of this lying phase and would love to know when (if?) it ends. And I need to get some good tips for teaching her that lying is not appropriate.
Tomorrow is another WFH day, and I'm hoping to get the kids out of the house in the morning. I don't think I can suffer through another morning of Molly crying intermittently for four hours. We need another routine change and work has slowed down enough to allow some play time tomorrow.
Photos are from the neighborhood park tonight.
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