I can’t even explain to you what happened on Friday. I’d love to find an excuse, but there really wasn’t anything other than my All-Consuming Desire to Read a Novel. (And it’s one I’ve even read before. Twice.)
Everyone did their own math and Latin and Spanish. I gave two piano lessons and read a few books to SweetP and M. Then I tucked my feet under me on the couch and read 200 hundred pages.
“Mom, can you-”
“No. Why don’t you and your brother play Legos?”
“Mommy? Can you-”
“Girls, why don’t you make some paper dolls?”
I even texted a sitter to see if she could come for an hour. She was busy.
In the end I reheated leftover rice and called it lunch. Then we took the world’s slowest bike ride ride to 7-Eleven, in which Felix (name changed to protect the innocent) decided he would “run” instead. MapMyRun says we went 2.8 miles per hour.
Eventually, everyone went to bed and I finished reading the novel.
Heidi, the gratitous flower pictures are for you.