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[The previous post mentioned some of the external factors for parenthood being difficult, but there are plenty of difficulties inherent in the job under even ideal conditions.]

MFH is working another long, long, long day.

Ninety degree heat, with at least ninety percent humidity. I think alligators are going to start crawling up out of the Minnesota swamps.

Two children getting over being sick, and cranky with the heat.

A large dose of artificial colors all around from the two pounds–I am not exaggerating for comedic effect—of candy that OLC picked up from the parade last weekend.

TLG broke a glass, and got a small cut on his foot. He removed his Band-Aid after ten seconds.

Three-quarters of the water that I’ve given him to drink today has ended up spilled on the floor.

He can climb over the baby gate now and get into MFH’s stuff, unless I close the door, which makes that whole side of the apartment dark and dismal. We need to start making Dutch doors.

He also climbed up onto the changing table and got into the diaper pail.

He can also pull chairs away from the dining room table enough to climb onto it and get into the pieces of my fiddle kit that I am working on. I am at the most difficult part of the assembly process: fitting the neck to the body.

His sister got into a roll of film, and pulled most of the film out. I hope there weren’t any pictures on it, or MFH will cry.