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This summer, I’m spending a lot of time (a really significant, nerve-fraying, facial tic causing amount of time) with the twins. Registration for the day-camp they’ve attended for the past few years conflicted with the last day of school (and work, for me) and they didn’t get in. So, here we are. Every. Day.  God help me.

I feel like I live with two cranky old men, sitting around in their pajamas all day, eating Tastycakes and potato chips, watching television, and bitching at each other (and everyone else).

I’m pretty sure that, as a parent, I’m not supposed to let them live like this. But I have, for the past three weeks (except for dragging them to the swimming pool a couple of afternoons amid hostile protests).  It’s becoming clear to me that I need to save them from themselves, as unpleasant as that is sure to be….for all of us.

We’ll start out small, tomorrow, — only one electronic device in use, per person, at a time. Hmmm. I don’t even know if I can do that, but I’ll try.  Baby steps, folks. Baby steps.