Ah, those school days. Up at 7, cranky and uncooperative. Breakfast, dressed, off to school by 8. Pick up at 2:48. Seriously. Who thought of 2:48? Home, snack, off to ballet, dinner, homework, bed.
Homework at the crankiest, most tired time of the day. Usually ends in tears or arguments or both.
Today? Awake by 7, reading in bed until 8. Breakfast and math. Long division takes a while, so we're at it until 9:30 or so. Latin flashcards in the car on the way to get my hair cut.
Why is there never time to get a haircut on the weekend?
Home for lunch. Walk to the library. Practice multiplication facts on the way. Spent a couple of hours at the library. Ice cream on the way home because she met her weekly goal last week. Dinner. Built a mammoth bone hut afterwards out of cardboard and cloth (pictured here, with her in her caveman dress that she sewed the other day.) Discussed why ancient people built their shelters on the east Asian steppes out of bones and hides. Bedtime stories about venomous animals. Read for an hour or more.
I didn't have to be anywhere at 2:48.
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