Made my boys camp out in the field last night, let them take sugar snacks and stay up as late as they wanted, and got SIX hours of work done this morning, my friends, I have discovered the secret to Pandemic Parenting and it is ABSOLUTE ABDICATION OF PARENTAL RESPONSIBILITY.

Are they alive? (Yes.) Are they fed? (Sort of.) Are they naked? (Absolutely, but they like the wind on their nethers). Will it be the Lord of The Flies in about two weeks (Absolutely, no question, and I am Piggy).

(Two days in a row, baby!)

They apparently told their grandparents what they imagined my kid-free life to be, and it was, "French movies, seltzer, French movies, popcorn, French movies, ice cream..." which was a sick burn because that was entirely what was happening and tbh is happening again.