(That's how Clownfish says I should sing. Kid needs his own rimshot.)
Bullshark is away doing Reserve stuff til next week. So, here I am. First time solo parenting three children in the summer time. The week stretches out before me and I'm not a little bit concerned. I am a LOT concerned.
So far, four hours into my journey, I've violated our family's commitment to reducing our carb intake by making pasta for dinner. With jarred sauce. (To my credit I did throw in a little fresh basil.) Angelfish got sauce in her eye and bawled soo hard and ended up passing out early. (This will result in early wakeup, but I'll cross that river when I ocme to it.) Lionfish had a mysterious baby gas attack that kept her bawling, with fits of shrieking, for a solid two hours, during which time I accomplished Clownfish's bedtime routine in 30 seconds flat (sorry buddy).
Lionfish has settled down for the moment. I managed to get the dishes (mostly) done and got the garbage to the curb for tomorrow's pick up. I want a wine reward, but we have none. I am planning to rectify this tomorrow.
We have no air conditioning and we're on our third "if I had balls
have sweated them off by now" super sticky hot day in a row. The
playground with shade trees that's near us is undergoing renovations, so
we have to go to the less nice playground across town, and we have to
go by like 7 in the morning or else I melt. I expect to walk around
Target a lot.
To do this week, other than survive with the kids: Look into refinancing our mortgage, visit my dad, get Lionfish to accept drinking out of a bottle occasionally, hit the warehouse store for diapers, and look into applying for a reality show to renovate my kitchen.
Right now, I'll be happy if I manage to remember to purchase the wine.