Quarantine: Thurs. 4/30
Homeschool. Another afternoon of reading. Lucia read in the bathroom with the ceiling heater on because her room was so cold (#springinNJ). Facetime piano lessons.
Every...day...is...exactly...the...same.
Greta finished her grasslands diorama. It includes two Sculpey capybaras--a regular brown capybara and a "whimsical capybara" that's bright purple. I love having an eight-year-old.
Andrew's trying to liven things up around here by reading one Shakespeare sonnet out loud to us after dinner, and then having a short discussion about the sonnet's meaning. The girls are VEHEMENTLY not on board. VEHEMENTLY. Being forced to listen to a sonnet is worse, really, than anything else they've ever been subjected to. Obviously, their bad attitudes have resulted in a threat of TWO sonnets if they don't simmer down. Today was a really depressing sonnet (#2) about aging and losing beauty and becoming nothing more than a "weed" and just hoping your kids carry on all the beauty and happiness you once had. Fantastic. FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC.
Dinner was a taco ring, followed by a fun episode of Par-Boil and Freeze the Old Zucchini So It Doesn't Go Bad, followed by Give Pieces of Old Steak to the Dog Before It Goes Bad. Zero food waste, people. ZERO. I don't spend hours FILLING INSTACARTS and STERILIZING SEVENTY+ ITEMS WITH LYSOL WIPES to just THROW AWAY the food. Not on my watch.
Every...day...is...exactly...the...same.
Greta finished her grasslands diorama. It includes two Sculpey capybaras--a regular brown capybara and a "whimsical capybara" that's bright purple. I love having an eight-year-old.
Andrew's trying to liven things up around here by reading one Shakespeare sonnet out loud to us after dinner, and then having a short discussion about the sonnet's meaning. The girls are VEHEMENTLY not on board. VEHEMENTLY. Being forced to listen to a sonnet is worse, really, than anything else they've ever been subjected to. Obviously, their bad attitudes have resulted in a threat of TWO sonnets if they don't simmer down. Today was a really depressing sonnet (#2) about aging and losing beauty and becoming nothing more than a "weed" and just hoping your kids carry on all the beauty and happiness you once had. Fantastic. FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC.
Dinner was a taco ring, followed by a fun episode of Par-Boil and Freeze the Old Zucchini So It Doesn't Go Bad, followed by Give Pieces of Old Steak to the Dog Before It Goes Bad. Zero food waste, people. ZERO. I don't spend hours FILLING INSTACARTS and STERILIZING SEVENTY+ ITEMS WITH LYSOL WIPES to just THROW AWAY the food. Not on my watch.
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