Our nanny returned to work today and brought her daughter with her, which means I got to take it a bit easy. And that means I went to see Inglourious Basterds. I dig Tarantino’s stuff because, when you examine the individual parts of his films, they look as though they would total up to disaster, but somehow he makes it all work. And I’m not trying to make a metaphor for parenting with that statement, unless your parenting involves torturing Nazis.

My wife took some time off work, just over a week. Her vacation starts tomorrow and, while I don’t mean to dump the boys on her for her first day off, I’m hoping to get another wee bit of respite. I did, after all, survive my nanny-less day without accidentally leaving the boys on the roof of the car while I drove to the market. Well, not both of them.

It’s important for parents to take sanity breaks and this week was especially challenging. So, if she’s up for it, maybe I’ll try to see G.I. Joe: The Rise Of Cobra before it leaves theaters. No metaphors there either, unless your family is an elite paramilitary unit.