Chaos Theory is Real

I'm pretty sure that sums it up. It not always that bad, but with everyone grumpy from the heat, it's definitely not a fight worth fighting. Two little boys can make quite a mess, let me tell you. But they play with all of it, and it's fun to see the Rescue Heroes ride the Milk Truck my Dad gave Kate. (Although I think they're delivering prisoners, but still.) The picture really leads me back to Eren's post on consumption (her "C"), and the most depressing part is that the toys strewn all over the place have been whittled down by half in the move. Maybe those physics folks can finish proving out their theories by watching two boys start with a clean room.

C is also for Concentration, as Will works on his letters to my family - we're trying to start thank you notes early, which is always a struggle for us. Will has always hated writing, which breaks my heart - no amount of occupational therapy, grip gizmos, or love and attention can break the cycle of crying and protesting we get. It absolutely doesn't help that Finn can do them in half the time - today we tried separate sessions and that seemed to help. I hope it's just a matter of time and patience, since he loves everything else about school - reading, math, circle time - all of it, until you ask him to write the answer down.

C is certainly not for cool at this point, as we're learning the ins and out of cooling this old house. There are multiple units, multiple floors, and lots of uninsulated windows. Our poor units are struggling to get the house below 85, which is great on the beach, but not inside. Surely we won't be sweating in January, right?