This morning, Gabrielle’s keep-busy-while-we’re-working playtime activity required running water, plastic cups, and dozens upon dozens of soaking wet washcloths. I found one on her bedroom floor, one beneath my sock-covered foot in the kitchen, and six, sitting and sopping, in the hamper. I don’t suppose Maria Montessori is going to stop by to do the laundry?
Stephen’s schoolwork required the drawing of pictures to match new words he’s learning to read. The illustration he provided for “bone” was that of a skeleton. Going to the bathroom.
Daniel found his father’s stash of nails in the mudroom. He further found that nails are … delicious.
Ambrose spent most of the morning studiously hunched over his math assignment. Imagine my pride when I later discovered the reason for the intensity: he was inspired to work through the arithmetic problems using only digital-style numbers — you know, like on a calculator with nothing but straight lines. I call it homeschool graphic design.
And finally, Eamon’s school work required the help of a full time secretary — to organize, grammar-check, and finally type up old writing assignments in order to prepare them for the discriminating eye of his father.
Congratulate me. I got the job.