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Figlia has picked up a cough. 

She and I spent a good Sunday afternoon at a local fair, and she finally graduated to the bigger rides, and I was so happy. 

We are having nanny woes. Gracy has become inconsistent, and recently resorted to lying to cover up for coming late in the morning. I eventually see Figlia going to daycare full time (currently M is in daycare and Figlia stays home after school with the nanny), or if we are lucky maybe another good nanny will come along. 

When I was a teenager, I was very short tempered. I see that returning. When I get angry, I literally radiate heat. 

M yesterday threw a tantrum because he did not want me to come inside the house (he had banished me to the dark dungeon that is the parking lot). I did come in, and ignored his crying, but seriously, I can laugh about this only today. 

I used up the last week or so,  watching several movies (Hus.h; Strande.d Minds.cape; The Visit.ant; The Ope.n Door) when I should have been working. I am happy about it.

Comments

  1. areyoukiddingme15 February 2017 at 21:24

    M certainly likes to test you, doesn't he?

    Sounds like you needed a break from reality - hope the movies were enjoyable!

    Good luck on the nanny front.

    Hurray for big rides! My girl's ability to ride them unfortunately coincided with my lack of interest in doing so.

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