Last week. . . Last week I strong armed us back into our school schedule. We had griping and complaining and we had to school in the afternoon (unheard of!) because of a lazy morning and we used Friday for catch up instead of IT. But it was a good week.
This week? Well, this week we are dragging ourselves on our belly by ragged and broken fingernails to the finish line.
The whining!
The crying!
The terrible, angry shrieking from Penny!
I returned home from a meeting today to a filled wine glass and a note alerting me to the fact that it was indeed for me.
It’s been that sort of week. One in which a child who shall not be named killed the sourdough starter by not paying attention and using cornmeal instead of flour. (It was white cornmeal in their defense so it sort of looked like whole wheat. I still wanted to cry.) A jar of cold pickle juice was spilled all over me by another child, soaking every piece of clothing I had on. I found long bite marks in my fancy lip stuff. And today as I wrangled and wrestled little girls in the bathroom while out at a concert field trip, the spot where Pen was being held on my hip got very warm and very wet. Somehow her diaper had slipped so my shirt and pants did the trick. A change of clothes for her I did not have. And our lunch that was rather thrown together by the boys for the picnic afterwards was drowned by a leaky water bottle.
I’m blaming the sudden rainy, dreary, threat-of-snow-in-mid-May weather for the funk we’ve all felt but also remembering the good of the week, too. We had great friends over for a visit and Tess made playdough solo for the first time. We’ve had 2 awesome field trips in 9 days. Gemma figured out she can clean their room on her own. And I have managed to comb the girl’s hair EVERY. DAY.
I guess the week hasn’t been so bad after all. But maybe that’s just the wine talkin’!
