Sorry, this post is a totally content-free whine. It’s 6:30 AM and it’s 81 with 85% humidity. I didn’t even know that was possible. Isn’t there some law of atmospherics or hydrodynamics or decency or something that forbids it?
We’re basically trapped inside until Sunday. We went out yesterday to get some supplies (90/50% at 9:30 AM), were only outside for two walks from parking lot to store and Badger ended up taking a four-hour nap and then being Hell’s Own Stepchild (bless her) the whole rest of the afternoon. And it turns out that fingerpainting is not a developmentally appropriate activity for her — she seems to think it’s some sort of terrible, terrible trick food, which made her cry, which made her rub fingerpaint in her eyes, which made her cry more, which made her need milk, which made us all need a bath. I know, fingerpaint probably wasn’t the best idea I ever had, but cabin fever and melting heat don’t encourage my best parenting decisions.