Today I took all three kids to the Please Touch Museum. My original plan was to take them to the zoo, but when I heard on the drive over that the forecast called for early afternoon thunderstorms I decided I’d rather be stuck in the germ factory than outside in the sticky heat and rain.
The Fiendling only ran off once and did not have a single tantrum. T only had a tantrum when I had to drag him bodily off of the carousel after unclenching his fingers from horse’s pole. The new baby, Miss N, spent most of the trip eating or sleeping. I did not have a single tantrum, scream, or handle any of the children roughly. We made it home in one piece and I feel like I deserve a medal and/or a giant cocktail. I made myself a strawberry milkshake, but it would have been better with booze.
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