I was right

Unfortunately, I was right to take away Diva and Sproing's clothing. Superman is back home (hallelujah!) and today he let Sproing get dressed to mow the lawn. Sproing was in the front yard unsupervised, and he left the yard (a clear violation of the terms of his imprisonment) to go see the elderly widow who lives across the street from us. This is the one neighbor they haven't vandalized or stolen from yet. She gave him two small yogurt-sized cartons of some kind of frozen treat, one of which he brought home to share with his sister.

Superman has either forgotten, or never quite grasped the severity of this new world order we're imposing. He was gone for three days, away from the little hellions. Today he's been much too soft on them, and they are taking advantage of him. I am exhausted and stressed, and I concentrated on resting and studying today. The kids were not supervised adequately. I'm pissed now, and even more stressed.

As a consequence of his disobedience, Sproing gets to stay in his room all day tomorrow with no clothes at all, not even a t-shirt. I'll let him cover up and come out to eat and use the bathroom, but that's it. Hopefully everyone in charge will be consistent with this program.

I hate being this mean. I didn't use to be this hard-assed with the kids, but look where it got us. So now I'm mean.