(...or whatever the correct verb form is for having had someone babysit for you.)
It was a pretty tough day (Michael was tired today, and he's relentless even at the best of times). Took them out to Capilano Mall and bought Michael new shoes; also bought the worst box of frozen chicken fillets I've ever seen. Each one is basically a breadcrumb shell filled with air, with a thin chicken lining to satisfy the Trading Standards Agency.
But I made it through to 5:30, took them home, and Sylvia took over. I slumped in a chair and tried to recover a bit. At 8:00 they were in bed, and we went out to the Indian restaurant, leaving our babysitter (whose name simply slips through my brain like teflon coated soap) to clean the house. There was a minor hiccup when Melissa woke up, but on the whole the evening was a great success.
Currently reading: Juliet Naked. Really good. (A lot better than A Long Way Down, anyway.)
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